Baby is very much alive with a wee beating heart and measuring 6w3d. Mommy, on the other hand, is The Walking Dead. I've been alternating between moaning, coughing, moaning and coughing, and retching-from-coughing since Tuesday evening. Virus. Big one. Mutant. Horrendous. I just broke the fever last night, finally, although I'm still running a low-grade fever around 99-100. I tossed and turned last night thinking that I was deep-frying the baby in my fever haze. But alas, baby is alive and kicking (limb buds). And I am sacking out on the sofa and drinking healing elixirs (Gatorade) until I feel better.