Tuesday, January 21, 2014


Axel, 2014

It was one of those weekends. Axel and I were faring pretty well until Friday, when I was hit by an achey, miserable cold (and unable to dose myself up with Nyquil or Theraflu and call it a day.)

Will got back on Saturday morning, and by then I was a bit of a mess as I had been up all night coughing (and then feeling like my entire abdomen and chest was bruised from the coughing.) I can't remember the last time I was so sick, though I am sure it was exacerbated by being pregnant and run down to begin with.

I did a lot of tea drinking and took hot, steamy showers and tried to take a hot bath only to find we were having some thermostat issues, so Will boiled gallons upon gallons of hot water so I could take one anyway. He also made a delicious chicken pot pie and did nearly all of the Axel wrangling on Sunday and Monday, so I am feeling well taken care and am sort of coming out of the germ tunnel.

The lack of sleep over three or four nights was pretty grim, especially because I kept feeling panicked over how I only have 5-ish weeks before the baby is here and have to be at least somewhat productive during the time that's left. I know you can't shore up sleep or strength, but trudging through snow while having a coughing fit isn't exactly restful. Plus I kept Googling "Can coughing trigger labor?"

Anyway, by last night my appetite was back and I wasn't feeling quite so beat up, so I am hopeful that this is the tail end of things. Ordeal over. I keep looking back to this time in my last pregnancy and thinking "Well, at least I don't have to move!" So there's that. Cue the next big New York snow storm! (I have to say I was pretty jealous when Will regaled me with stories of his jogs through the Redwoods in 70-degree temperatures last week.)

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