Have I mentioned that I'm addicted to Breathe Right strips, those funny bandage-like things you stick over your nose to open up your nasal passages?
I've been badly congested since the start of my pregnancy, and if I could wear the strips all day, I would. Unfortunately, it's not a very attractive look. So instead, I look forward to putting one on every night before bed. I can't sleep without it, and I get panicky when I'm close to running out of them. In fact, the number-one item on my to-do list today is to pick up another box at the drugstore. (Warning: It's a fairly expensive habit.)
The Breathe Right makers should really pay me because, like a big weirdo, I extol the product's virtues to everyone I know. Seriously, you should try them.