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This is the cold that would not die. At this point, it's largely settled into my chest - I've got a horrible hacking cough, and my voice has dropped into the bass register. My throat is perpetually sore.

Alex, on the other hand, has recovered. She's still a little stuffy, but she's careening happily around the house getting into everything within crawling range. God help me, she discovered the stairs this morning and actually hauled herself up one of them. She's certainly not suffering the fatigue that Michael and I still both have.

I take back what I said before. Apparently it's a good thing I'm not breastfeeding, because then she'd be stuck with my crappy antibodies.