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).
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?”
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.