Bleah. Yesterday I had a tickle in my throat, and today I'm sick. I kept waking up all night, feeling hot and sweaty and sore, and then trying to cough out my ribs. If there were any fairness in the world, pregnant women would be immune to illness. Don't we have enough physical misery as it is?
This illness has come at a bad time, since it was only a day or two ago that I thought, "Okay, NOW I'm getting uncomfortable." Turning over in bed takes planning. Getting out of bed is tricky. It's harder to breathe. If I drop something on the floor, and there are no children around to pick it up for me, I can nearly weep. Putting on my socks and shoes takes mental preparation and strength of character. My legs feel like they're going to pop right out of their ill-fitting sockets. And now I'm sick, too. That is your cue to say something sympathetic--perhaps involving the imminence of your arrival with cookies?
I have tried to explain to the two resident toddlers that they need to take it easy on me today. Just as newborns need a "wait 5 minutes" button, toddlers need a "give me a break today" button. Instead, they have been particularly trying, and it is only 8:30 in the morning. At breakfast, they'd hold out their bowls to me, making fussy "take this away from me" noises; I would take the bowl and they would scream; I would give it back and they would go back to the "eh! eh! ehhhhhhh!!" and then throw the bowl overboard in frustration so that cheerios scattered in a wide arc across the kitchen floor. I had planned to give them some freedom time after breakfast, but instead I put them in their playpen and switched on Blue's Clues and ran away into the computer room.
The happy thing is that today I am 34 weeks. When I was pregnant with the twins and worried about premature delivery, the OB said that 34 weeks was a "magic week" for babies--that starting at 34 weeks, the chances of serious problems were getting so low, a "happy outcome" was very likely indeed. So hitting 34 weeks is another of those pregnancy milestones I look forward to.
Even if it weren't a milestone week, every week is a milestone week at this point. It's 34 weeks! That means there are only 5 weeks left! Holy crap, 5 weeks! That's 35 days! A month and 5 days! Okay, that's starting to sound long again. It's 5 weeks! It would not be too early to address baby announcement envelopes! It would not be too early to launder eensy little blue outfits, and little side-snap shirts, and teeny hats, and pack them all carefully into bureau drawers alongside the tiniest diapers ever! Maybe I will work on one of those tasks this morning. (*sound of toddlers fighting*) Or maybe I will hide out in here all day.
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