I’m home sick with a virus. It’s quite good actually; I was worried that I was feeling so wretched because of the pregnancy but knowing I am sick-sick means that I will get better, it will go away, and I won’t feel like this for the next few months. Phew!
So with doctorly approval, I’ll be home for a grand total of 5 days (including the public holiday) and intend to do zilch that doesn’t fit in with the very real definition of ‘cocooning’:
Cocooning: staying at home, keeping warm, sitting on the couch, napping, drinking hot drinks, eating comfort food, watching TV, entertaining self with the internet, avoiding housework, and exclusively wearing trackie-daks*.
*for non-Australian readers: trackie-daks = tracksuits. Consider yourself educated.