Earlier today Adam was using his toy hammer to test my reflexes – a definite sign that our genius baby is going to be a doctor.

Although, I guess hitting me in the knee with a hammer could also indicate a career with the mafia.

I’m going to stick with doctor.

The good news is that Adam is feeling much better.

The bad news is that I am not.

Which I am honestly okay with. If one of us is going to be healthy then I’d definitely prefer it be him. However, it is difficult trying to keep up with him when all I feel like doing is laying on the couch and sleeping. Being all stuffed up with no sense of smell has also resulted in my being caught off guard by two nasty surprise diapers.

Fun.