For the second time in two weeks, I'm struggling with allergies. Normally, spring and fall can pass without effecting me, but this year, I'm feeling the full effects of the budding trees and hazy pollen. In the effort to be able to breathe again (I figure that's pretty important), I bought an over the counter antihistamine, recommended by my doctor to ease my discomfort. I quickly realized that my tolerance for medicine is very low. (Matt already knew this from past experiences involving me and pain pills post-op, but I seemed to have blocked out those memories.) Needless to say, I was in rare form last night. As the hysterical laughter and tears turned into a foggy, sleepy haze I started to wonder if baby girl was feeling just as loopy as I was. I sure hope not. After shaking her up like a popcorn kernel in a hot pan for 10 minutes, it's no wonder she kept waking me up throughout the night. Against my better judgment I submitted to my desire for breathing again tonigh...
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