We were getting so much done, when O and I both got hit by a nasty cold this week. Poor Q has had to divert his efforts from the basement to taking care of two sickies. (I never thought I would spend my last week of pregnancy coughing, sneezing, battling a sinus headache, and feeling just plain gross.)
Below is a photo of the mantel before the sickness entered. He was also able to hang about 50% of the drywall on the ceiling to boot.
With less the seven days before we head to the hospital to welcome this little guy into the world, it is hard to accept defeat. We tried our best, and hope that by this weekend I’ll rebound and be able to get out of bed to give Q a few more days to work his magic.