I am not one of the strong people — I give women, who badassedly endure the pains of childbirth, a bad name when I have a cold. I whine, mope, complain, and otherwise suffer loudly. My husband goes the other way — I know he’s not feeling well when he gets quiet and retreats. My children roll their eyes and tell me, lovingly, “Mom, you’re such a drama queen.” Me? A drama queen? What on God’s. Green. Earth. Makes them say that?!