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.

4 Responses to “Stick a fork in me”

  1. emms says:

    Not so nice, take care darling.

  2. April says:

    So sorry you’re struggling….yuck :(
    Much

  3. Abby says:

    I hope you’re feeling better!

  4. Strawberry says:

    Have you been to the doctor? Have you STAMPED YOUR FOOT and insisted on being taken seriously? You sound almost exactly where I was at the end of my pregnancy with E2 and, at that point, my body just could not get over it on its own. But you MUST get over it, because you do not want the infection travelling anywhere else (ie, as mine did when it blew holes in both my eardrums) and you don’t want to be going into labour still sick (as I did *rolls eyes*).

    Please don’t make the mistake I made: do not be brave. Wail, scream, cry, and get whatever it is you need (meds, rest, hot baths, whatever) to get well.

    Good luck. I hope you are feeling better soon.