Friday, February 20, 2009

Things I do not need to hear again today.

"I can totally tell I'm still fighting off that cold," said by my husband with an air of "feel sorry for me, I'm so sick."

I've been so sick this week I can barely function. I've had a horrible cold that turned into a raging sinus infection. I feel like I've been hit in the face with a 2x4 and each and every day this week he's complained that he's "fighting something".

"I'm about to pass out, I'm so tired I can't stay awake," said by my husband when it was time for the boys to go to bed - possibly implying he didn't want to help with bedtime? Not sure on that one.

I haven't had a good night sleep in two weeks, between both boys being sick last week and me being sick all this week. It's pretty hard to sleep when you can't breathe out of your nose, your throat hurts from being dry and your head is so stuffed and painful that it hurts to the touch.

I get that he didn't get a good night sleep last night and of course that sucks. But as sick as he is of hearing me complain about how bad I feel, I'm doubly sick of hearing him talk about how he ALMOST has the cold I have. Good for you buddy, you can pump your nonpregnant body with all the vitamin C and airborne you want, sleep all night because you can BREATHE, and IF you do get sick, you can take any medicine you want, plus take time off work, stay home and shut out the world for two days while you sleep it off and get better. I CAN'T FREAKING GET BETTER.

I'm sick of complaining about it too, but seriously I haven't been in this much pain in a long time; probably since the last time I had a sinus infection a couple of years ago. This HURTS and it's all I can do to survive the day because I CAN'T CALL IN SICK. My husband and sister in law have been doing what they can to help me, and I appreciate it very, very much. But the bottom line is, these kids are still my responsiblity and if I'm sick, I just have to tough it out most of the time. Yes, my SIL took the boys for a couple of hours yesterday which was AWESOME. But I'm still sick as hell and if the antibiotics don't kick in soon, I'm going to lose it.

Being sick while you're pregnant is a special kind of torture. There was a time I didn't think there was anything much worse than that. But being sick while pregnant AND chasing around two very active, very energetic little boys is actually worse.

I'm sick of complaining.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Sick kids are the WORST

Saturday G had a tummy bug that had him throwing up about every hour from around 5pm until 3am. Sunday he acted like nothing had happened, except he didn't really eat anything all day. That same day, D started mysteriously running a fever and was rather unhappy about it. Some motrin perked him right up and by Monday, they both seemed healthy and fine.

Fast forward to last night and G was the one with the fever. At first I had wondered if they both had the same virus over the weekend, just reacted to it differently - G with vomiting, D with a fever. Now I'm thinking that G had a tummy bug, D had a fever bug (for lack of a better term, since he didn't have other symptoms) and now G has the fever bug.

Unfortunately, G with a fever means he won't sleep. At all. I was up most of the night with him, trying to get him to stay asleep for more than half an hour. I rocked him, cuddled him, tried to just sleep in the chair with him, but even that didn't keep him asleep for long. I tried taking him to our bed, but that didn't work any better. He just tossed and turned and cried and wanted to be "all done" - with trying to sleep or being in our bed, I'm not sure. I think we both slept for a solid couple of hours in the wee hours of the morning, but that was about it.

He was a complete zombie today. He's normally so active, today was bizarre. He barely moved most of the day, wanting to sit in my lap and do nothing. He drank plenty of fluids, but didn't eat more than a few bites. And true to form, in that he seems to be the polar opposite of his brother, he HATES taking medicine of any kind (D would take any medicine every day if I let him). Come nap time I figured he'd crash completely and hoped he'd sleep at least a solid couple of hours. Not so. Although he was so tired, he was falling asleep on the couch in my arms, he only slept for about 30 minutes in his crib. I rocked him back to sleep and just held him, hoping I could get him to stay asleep for a decent amount of time if I held him - with no luck. About 35 minutes later, he was awake again, squirming and tossing and miserable - and unable to sleep more.

I put him to bed ridiculously early because he was falling asleep on me again. He slept 45 minutes, and was up again. This does not bode well for the rest of the night. I guess I should be happy he's sleeping now, specifically sleeping without being ON me, but I have a feeling I'm going to spend an awful lot of time in that damn chair tonight.

As if I needed more to make me jittery, D threw up all over the back of the couch after dinner. I *think* at this point it was a fluke - he was coughing a lot and might have gagged himself. But that's exactly how G's tummy bug started; a random vomit with no warning. So far he hasn't done it again and insists his tummy feels fine. We'll see. He is for sure getting the cold my SIL has had for about a week and a half (hence the coughing), so unfortunately, he IS getting sick. But I'll take the cold over vomit.

I'm desperate for a decent night's sleep, but G is far more desperate than I am. I seriously don't know what I'm going to do if he won't sleep tonight - and I don't really think he will...

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

11 weeks - and feeling a bit better

I guess I'm not 11 weeks exactly until tomorrow, but close enough :).

I think I'm finally passing through mild nausea and fatigue land. My tummy feels normal most of the time (although there are still a lot of foods that don't sound good and smells can be an issue), and I'm not so lethargic. I actually got all the laundry washed, dried and... drum roll please... put away! That is a feat, considering we've been living out of laundry baskets full of clean laundry for weeks now. It's nice to know we have a floor in our bedroom - and nice to know I'll be able to find socks in the morning. That's the worst when your clothes aren't put away; socks are impossible to find, particularly matching ones.

A few weeks ago, in one of my hormonal fits of "I'm upset but have no reason to be", I asked my husband (perhaps a little tearfully, although no drama was intended), what things he cared about more in terms of the state of our house. I knew I couldn't keep up with everything, so did he give a crap that the clothes were on the floor? Or was that bugging him every day as he got dressed? What mattered to him? I should have guessed his reply - food. He said keep him fed, and he's fine. The rest of the house can resemble a hurricane zone and he doesn't particularly care. So grocery shopping and cooking have remained at the top of my list - the rest gets done as I can.

In any case, I think I've turned the corner and hopefully the worst of the first trimester stuff is behind me.

I'm still having a little trouble wrapping my brain around the fact that there is actually a baby growing inside me again. The signs are there - my pants won't button (thank goodness for sweats and my belly band!), the whole nausea and fatigue thing, and you know, those two pesky little pregnancy tests that are still sitting on my bathroom counter as if I need the daily reminder of those two beautiful lines. I guess I still do. I have to admit, I've never thrown away the two tests I took when I found out I was pregnant with G. And I think the only reason my HPT from D's pregnancy is gone is because we moved and it seemed silly to keep it. What can I say - pee soaked test strips are hard to let go of, specifically when they say what you'd so hoped they would say.

I'm trying very hard, and succeeding for the most part, not to think about the baby's gender. I have a hard time believing it could be anything but another boy - which, for the record, would be great. But there is still that part of me that would love to have a daughter and I know this is my last shot. So I have a little anxiety over the whole thing. I hate the idea that I'd be "disappointed" if the baby is a boy, but there will be a little sadness at what I'll never have. Mostly happiness, because my goodness, I got this child without any trouble and the goal is a healthy baby. We all know that. But there's still the lingering knowledge that if this baby isn't a girl, I have to let go of my little dreams of Cabbage Patch dolls, pink tutus and tea parties. And in the grand scheme of things, that's perfectly ok. In fact, a baby boy would fit in so easily into our family, it almost feels like it would simply make sense to have another boy. I love having boys. And... well, we'll just have to wait and see, I guess.

I do need to report, for the record, that so far D thinks the baby is a girl and wants to name her Holly. How cute is that? I have no idea where he came up with that name. All of his other name suggestions are ridiculous, not even names at all. Today we heard "Nosey", "Poop-bottom", "Cry-pants", and "Gravy" (the last one being G's nickname). He's also suggests "Baby" pretty often. He's such a funny kid!

I suppose that's all there is to report at this stage of the game. I'm left feeling, once again, that pregnancy sure is long. But I'm grateful for that, really. I'm not ready to have a newborn just yet! I can see glimmers of hope that G will be somewhat easier to manage in the near future, so I'm setting my hopes on that. I'm glad we didn't get lazy with BC or decide to try way sooner; if I had a newborn right now I think I'd be in a looney bin somewhere. And I've probably said that already. Pregnancy brain, anyone?