The Sickie

Booooo....that is what you will hear around my house this weekend... I've been fighting off a bad head cold/sinus infection for more than a week and Friday it finally got the best of me.

The last few weeks have just been rough. I should have known when I posted my "done" exclamation and looked forward to resting and not having to do much for the next few months, that something would come up. :)

My sister, who lives with us, was pretty sick for a week or so. She did a good job hibernating in the basement and cleaning up after herself, but there's only so much you can do to protect yourself from cold and sinus ickies when it is in your house. Lesson learned multiple times over in the last 3 years with a young child. Stuff just gets shared no matter how hard we try to avoid it. With April out of commission, I jumped back in to help Ben with life. He has been going, going, going every second we are home until I go to sleep really. He is such a trooper. So I've been doing less resting and more doing lately just because of life. Not a huge deal, but that additional effort taking care of my household combined with not sleeping great lately led to the inevitable weakened immunity, I am certain.

I've had a scratchy throat and runny nose for a week and thought I was avoiding succumbing to it all. I actually joked with my dad Thursday night that now April was feeling better so someone else was going to get sick because she was working all weekend and I couldn't possibly catch a break! Lo and behold, Ben woke up sick to his stomach this Friday morning and ended up coming home from work early. Then Friday afternoon I started feeling really crummy. The mild annoyance of an 'almost-cold' turned into a full fledged foggy-brained cold & sinus issue. Ben was asleep recovering so I asked April if she'd go with me to the grocery store to stock up on food for the weekend and some much-needed pregnancy safe meds to hopefully ward off anything too serious. We got home close to 6pm, and I knew I was done for.

Slept on the couch to avoid sickie Ben and awoke Saturday feeling worse. What joy! It is seriously inevitable in my life that I only get sick if & when someone else in my family is sick....leading to me pushing through and nursing everyone else back to health. Unfortunately, this time, in my very pregnant state, I have had to back off from my normal "push through" methods. Put in a movie Saturday morning and let Sam veg out while I tried to clear my head, literally. Blah. Thankfully Ben was feeling some better (he always recovers quickly, thankfully!) and was able to jump back in to help again.

Now normally a cold wouldn't bother or worry me, but a week before I had Sam, I had a very bad cold, ended up with a high fever, went to the ER....long story, but I was dehydrated and when I went into labor with Sam a few days later he was in distress due in some part to my health....so this time, I am beyond paranoid with being sick. I know all I can do is take care of myself the best I can and rest! Which is what I have been doing all weekend. Just worrisome of course. I was doing pretty well yesterday and then again later last night started feeling really badly again. Very rough night. At least once an hour I woke up blowing my nose for what seemed like an eternity and my stomach was very tight. Babies were protesting! I starting thinking, "geez, this is more of an ab workout than I've had in months!" So needless to say, I started getting worried even more that this silly cold would cause some baby/pregnancy issue.

Don't worry those of you concerned - I am still peeing every 30 minutes, so I know my added OJ, gatorade and water intake are warding off the dehydration, thank you very much. And this forced weekend of rest is probably good for me regardless.

Ben and Sam went to church without me today and I sanitized the kitchen, washed my hands thoroughly and made the best homemade chicken and dumplings ever! YUM. It was a perfect lunch to help get the sickness out the door. The warm, fresh from the oven strawberry shortcake for dessert didn't hurt too much either. ;)

Going to see my primary care doctor tomorrow just to make sure I don't need antibiotics or something, but pretty sure he will agree it is just a bad virus. Yippee. Please, babies, hang in there with me. We will get through this and have at least 6-8 more weeks of nice baking left. No contractions, no labor. That's my mantra.

At least I have lots more leftover chicken and dumplings, right? Positivity, remember. :)