Out, damn snot!
NS May 30th, 2008
I have a stinking cold and am not a happy bunny about it. It came on quite suddenly, starting with just a hint of a sore throat yesterday at lunchtime and ending with me sleeping on the sofa, unable to breathe or swallow properly and feeling like I’d been run over by a truck. TNC took it upon herself to wake up at 3am and decided it was time to play, so that kept me awake awhile longer too, even though I dumped her on The Noble Husband and retreated downstairs to the sofa again. A mother’s super-sonic hearing and intuition means that she finds it very difficult to sleep when she knows her child is awake. Even wearing ear plugs I could hear the tiniest whimper and my brain would start ticking away, wondering what TNH was doing to comfort her and if she was okay. I think I finally fell back asleep at 4.30 but only after watching an infomercial and going through a box of Kleenex.
The thing about being sick while pregnant is that a) the body uses its resources to protect the fetus first and says a big ‘Screw you, lady” to the host (i.e. expectant mother), taking so much more out of you and taking so much longer to get over it than usual, and b) you can’t take any Sudafed, Lempsip, Night Nurse, Nyquil, Advil, Vicks or Clorets. Nada. All I can take is paracetamol (Tylenol) and drink hot water with lemon. Whoop-de-freakin’-doo. Not that I’m bitter or anything. It’s just that memories of having a horrible cold while pregnant with TNC are resurfacing and I don’t think I’d ever been more miserable. My only comforts are ice cream and cups of tea.
Time for a nap…
