J and I are both sick. I only slept two hours last night from raging migraines (years down the road, I think I may remember this pregnancy as "the eternal headache"), dizziness, and nausea. J seems to be coming down with a cold. We have been taking turns napping while the other watches Claire. I feel bad that both her parents are feeling so crappy and cranky today, and as I put her down for her afternoon nap just now, I couldn't help but be thankful that she seems to be taking our less-than-stellar attitudes well. How she keeps me humble by reminding me that there's always someone more important than me. But most of all, I am thankful for her health. At 7 months...