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A Second Glass of Whine?


Being sick is exhausting.  

I'm ready for bed, but my sheets are still in the dryer.  Are the dry...yes.  But that is two flights of stairs away.  Then I have to walk up three flights AND put them on my bed all before I can lay my pretty little head down for the night.  That's how I know I'm exhausted, when I start considering how many flights of stairs I’ll be walking before I actually do a task.

This could only mean one thing.  Hello third trimester. 

I haven't been as diligent as I had been in the past about reading my pregnancy books, so I didn't even realized I was in my third trimester until today.  Wednesday, we officially reached 28 weeks.  

Rewind to Wednesday.

I subbed for a 6th grade class.  I loved it.  It was a blast.  I loved the school, the staff, the kids, the schedule, EVERYTHING.  It was the shoe that fit my foot.  It made me excited about teaching again!  The only downer was that I was feeling sicker then the day before.  By the end of the day, I wondered to myself if I was going to be able to make the 40 minute drive home okay.  After deliberating with my momma, I decided to drive myself to urgent care.  

Urgent care, to me, always sounds way more serious than it really is.  I don't even really like going to the doctor.  I like to believe that I can just "will" myself to feel better with some positive thinking and fluids.  But with the baby in my belly, I decided it was best not to risk maybe having the flu or strep and not taking care of it ASAP... or urgently if you will.  

Anyways, went to urgent care. Long story short, I either had or have the common cold or RSV (both basically appear the same).  Whatever, I didn't care I just wanted to feel better and not kill my unborn baby.  The doctor said I appeared to have some swelling, (No...Really, pregnant..AND swollen, you've got to be joking?) And that the swelling would make whatever type of virus I had so much worse.  He wrote me a script and advised me to fill it Saturday if I wasn't feeling better by then.

I suffered through another day of subbing Thursday.  I also watched the first half of the Wizard of Oz 6 times. That was 6 times too many....

By Friday morning, I was running a fever and was convinced I was dying.  (Okay so maybe I get a little dramatic when I'm not feeling well.)  So then I called in sick.  Luckily, Ian was home all day and played doctor.  (I feel like I should put a "wink" in after that statement, but trust me, there was nothing sexy about taking care of me that day.)

This morning, woke up feeling a little better but still not near 100%.  Now I can't tell if I am exhausted because I'm still getting over this illness, or if I am exhausted because I can't see my feet anymore.

So that is the excitement of my week.  I got sick, and it sucked.  I’m looking forward to a fresh week and a fresh month, hopefully with a lot less reasons for me to whine. 

This week, I am looking forward to a haircut, a doctor’s appointment for Haley, Winston getting groomed, the snow melting, and hopefully a clean bill of health. 

Now I feel like my next few blog updates should be full of rainbows and smiles since my last few have been whiney and annoying.  I realize I am not the first pregnant woman to ever be tired or have gotten a cold- so it is defiantly not sympathy that I am seeking.  But I feel like if I pour it out to an outlet (i.e. blog about it), I will be less likely to pour it out over and over throughout the day and bug the people around me with it.   


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