Don't feel bad, Missy Tee. I don't think anyone really 'gets any' when they're the temperature of popcorn that was left in the microwave way too long, and oozing viscous liquids, and meowing at the slightest movement of wrist or limb, and clutching wadded up Kleenex while saying 'please kill me'. If they *are* getting any, then their partners are either A) unbelievably brave, loving, tolerant and wonderful....or more probably b) sickness-fetish weirdos. Personally, right now I look like someone who auditioned to be an extra in a zombie movie, but who was sent home for looking too 'ewwwww'. But my stars-and-moon jammies are very comfortable. They are basically man-repellent woven in cloth, but I always get away with wearing them when I am sick. ;)