The title of this post is literal - I really am sick. And holy cow, am I tired. In related news, I'm tired of being sick. But I'm not tired of being pregnant. Am I on a tangent?
So, for the last three days I have been descending slowly into a circle of Hell. That circle is reserved for pregnant women who are sick and simultaneously caring for other children in the house and unable to take much of anything for their symptoms... such as coughing up lungs, splitting sinus headaches, glass in their throat and tissue box hoarding.
But such is life... and life, as you know, goes on.
Today has been the worst day so far and, as luck would have it, I had an OB appointment so I knew he could check me out. The good news is, Miss Hope looks great. My OB has a pretty old ultrasound machine so the pictures won't be as clear as they used to be. I was too out of it to take my usual video of the ultrasound which was a shame. She was really dancing around today!!
Hope is measuring around 7 inches. Did you know the easy trick to know the appropriate growth size of a baby in utero? If you half the number of weeks you are, that is the amount of inches you should expect the baby to be. So I am 14 weeks, 3 days - and Hope measured 7 inches. If you think about it, it's true! A full term 40 week baby should be about 20 inches - which is probably close to what most of us were. Pretty cool trick, eh? You're welcome.
The bad news... I have a sinus infection and a wicked cough. He didn't hear anything to suggest bronchitis or pneumonia - but it sure feels like it. So it's rest (ha ha) and fluids and wait it out.
Brian has been incredible today. It's almost like he knows something is up. He's been quietly and independently playing all day. On my way out the door to the doctor he came out with the unsolicited, "Bye! I hope you feel better, Mommy!" He's just been such an angel today, thank God.
He even took it well when I told him we couldn't go to swimming this morning. Tomorrow is his last class and I'm hoping I'll feel well enough to take him. But if not, he really did get a lot out of the class already. Remember the first day when he practically hyperventilated from crying? Oh wait, that was me as he was clinging to my leg. Well, look at him now...
Floating on his back!
Kicking while holding onto the barbell float!
Swimming with big scoop arms across the pool!
And a cheeky double thumbs up to me after every activity!
I'm so proud of him.
For so many reasons.