This cold sore is not tied for first place in the "worst ever" category. It is officially the worst cold sore I have ever had. I bawled my eyes out last night about it. Rob just stood there and hugged me, poor guy. I am so upset that I will not be able to kiss my baby girl the moment she arrives into my arms. Not to mention the fact that I still look like I am over the legal limit in collagen injections to my upper lip. I called my doctor's office this morning and they called in a prescription of Valtrex. Expensive little pills, but at this point I don't care. I think I can tell a difference in the swelling, but nothing too obvious yet. I am trying to have a better attitude about it all and not get so sad.
Tate is having a strange day today. I wonder if he is somehow anticipating the end of "only child"hood. He has been crying a lot today, which is so unlike him, and wants me to constantly hold him. He has fallen asleep on my shoulder twice already and it is only 1pm. I was able to successfully lay him down in his bed after the first time and he took a 30 minute nap. The second time he fell asleep on my shoulder I tried to lay him on the couch but he woke up. Luckily it seems the little nap may have helped him. He is now watching Curious George while I make him some macaroni and cheese. Which I should probably go check on.
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