Stick a fork in me
NS August 18th, 2008
I’m done.
I’m done being pregnant and sick at the same time, which seems to keep happening with frightening regularity. Less than two weeks ago it was gastroenteritis and just when I’d recovered from that (like, the next day) I came down with stonking chest cold. An evil, hard ball of angry phlegm is sitting in my chest, much like the Grinch’s heart, tearing up my throat and making my insides burn when I hack and cough with such ferocity that the cat runs away and TNC cries and I wouldn’t be surprised if my neighbours thought we had an 80-year-old 40-a-day smoker living with us.
Just now I coughed so hard that I threw up my breakfast into TNC’s training potty, which thankfully happened to be near my feet. I never realised how difficult and painful it is to cough with such force when your stomach muscles are stretched on both sides to somewhere near your elbows, leaving little to support your heaving abdomen. Pleasant imagery, no? I do hope I haven’t made you lose your breakfast.
