I'll miss this.

The second happiest day of the month.
The happiest will be when the postal van pulls up outside my house with my parcel from the US.
My babies are on the way.

Sunday Morning, 12:35am.

Ranting to a blog, I'm struggling to breathe at night, as in.. physically breathe.
Heavy chest, aching throat. I'm all aches and pains. Bitch bitch complain bitch.
But I'd rather rant to a blog-post (that I highly doubt anyone will ever read), than an actual human being.
It's not a secret. The cough, and the now husky, scratchy, manly sounding voice..are what give me away.
What is not common knowledge, is that I feel as though I am gasping for air. Breathing is becoming a painful chore.
I feel worse than better. And I am exhausted.