Another Benie of Being Sick...

It's easy to entertain your baby just by talking.

My voice is shot and has long passed Kathleen Turner territory. I sound like some sort of strange honking and wheezing goose that could probably be found in a Dr. Seuss story.

Other than what seems to be a complete inability to move my secretions, I actually feel mostly good. This is from someone who also thinks she functions perfectly fine on pain killers and "drunk called" people right after her son was born regardless of the fact that she was on about three heavy-duty narcotics and could only speak in hoarse whispers. Our poor DtD got a call from a crazed sobbing woman who could barely squeak "thank you".