Last leg

by statia on April 15, 2009

I think the only reason I keep this crap up is because I like to have a record of my stupid brain dumps.  Because really, no one reads this shit, and I’m not really fishing.  I know I lost a lot of infertile readers, because, well, getting pregnant naturally doesn’t really constitute a person being infertile, does it?  Although, in my heart, I still feel like one.  I know I still act like one.

And I probably lost everyone else because I’m just that boring (although, come ON, that reused catheter commercial was primo).

Anyway.

The Mini is FINALLY just about over his cold, just in time for him to go back to school on Monday.   Three trips to the pediatrician and $45 in co-pays later, and they FINALLY find an ear infection.  Not that I want the kid to be sick, but it was nice to finally get some medication that aided in his healing.   I on the other hand am still suffering.  I got sick two weeks ago, only to be fooled into thinking I was getting over it and the next thing I knew I was getting sick AGAIN, while I still technically sick from the first cold.   I’ve now been coughing uncontrollably for the last five days and I’m officially over it.   In general, I’ve been pretty comfortable during this pregnancy, but now everything in my mid-section hurts from coughing so hard and the only crappy medications that I can actually take are a joke and have failed me miserabally.   At this point, I would rip this child from my loins bare handed, if it meant that I could take some NyQuil.

On top of this, my child has become a pint sized tyrant.  I guess feeling better has made him more able to put the demands on us.   These demands are including, but not limited to:

“MAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!  WIPE NOSE!”

“MAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! UP ON THE BED!”

“MAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! WHERE ARE YOU?”

“MORE  JUUUUUUUUUUUUUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICE!”

And the list goes on.  And if you saw a trend there, my son, who has always been somewhat of a Mama’s boy, is now 100% more Mama’s boy.  Refusing to let me out of his site, or let me have five minutes to myself.   “Mama come with you?”  “Mama dance crazy?”  “Go find Mama!”  “Mama! New carpet!” (I want to go play in the baby’s room and you’re coming with me whether you like it or not).    With this has also come a lot more snuggling and hugging and kissing, so, really, I can’t say it’s all bad.  I’ll take more of that over the two year old tantrums any day of course.

And of course, we’re on the final leg of this whole pregnancy journey.  With just mere weeks to go, I’m getting ready to meet this person who pivots in my uterus on a regular basis.  The Mini LOVES to talk to his sibling, and give it kisses and hugs, which is very sweet, but man, if he only knew.

{ 5 comments }

jesser April 15, 2009 at 11:10 pm

It won’t help to tell you that I know exactly where you are. Being sick never sucks more (or lasts longer literally or figuratively) than when you’re pregnant. Especially VERY pregnant. UGH. But you are on the home stretch at least.

Glad the Mini is feeling better in any case because you definitely do not need a sick toddler on your hands too. I swear … they have an intution about this whole new sibling thing. Tabby has been totally clingy to me. “Mommy do it!!!” is her battle cry.

Counting the days yet?

Meredith April 16, 2009 at 9:17 pm

I loooove Nyquil. When I’m sick, I just down a shot of the stuff and collapse into bed. (It knocks me out so quick, I usually take it within 5 feet of said bed.) But can I have it? No. Between being pregnant and nursing, I haven’t been able to take any Nyquil when sick for three freaking years. Argh! I agree– the other stuff is all a joke.

Oh, and I’ve totally lost all my readers too. Mommy talk is just not as riveting as the train wreck that is a woman enduring infertility. But I’m still here, enjoying all of your tales of toddler cuteness!

Donna April 17, 2009 at 1:02 am

Eh, you lose readers, you get new ones, whatever, write what you want. Our mothers took everything in the medicine cabinet, had 3 martini lunches and smoked while they were pregnant with us and we turned out OK. What was that? That was just my mother?

Lisa April 17, 2009 at 8:59 am

I still read, but I rarely comment because it’s been a hundred years (ok, 11 years) since I was pregnant. Teen and pre-teen stories are not nearly as interesting as toddler and pregnancy stories, not to mention I’m urging them to keep information about themselves off of the internet and my putting it out there myself sort of undermines that message. I love reading about the Mini and can’t wait to meet this new little person.

I’m sorry you’ve been sick; have you checked with the doctor? Mine gave me sudafed with guaifenesin (which is amazing stuff for congestion) toward the end of my pregnancy with no ill effects for either myself or the baby. It’s sold over the counter as Mucinex and worked wonders for the congestion; unfortunately it did nothing for the urge to cough, which eventually went away when the congestion was completely gone. In any case, I hope you feel better soon.

MsPrufrock April 18, 2009 at 6:01 pm

Here, I’m commenting. Happy now?

Also – how far along are you? 37 weeks? 50?

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