Reemerging

So Friday night before bed, my husband encouraged me to use saline spray to clear out the snot-factory that's become of my sinuses. He complained that in the past, I've used it incorrectly. "Plug one nostril, snort as hard as you can, and don't blow out," he advised. "I will hurl," I responded.

But I tried anyway, and even though neither of us really thought I'd toss my cookies, sure enough, as the spray dripped down my throat, dinner came up--right into a sink, which would have been convenient had the sink not been clogged. Cue my using a paper cup to transfer the vomit from the sink to the toilet, my husband almost adding more to the pile. Somehow we both laughed (after my silent scooping), and I actually slept well that night.

I've been sick for a week, but I'm finally (fingers crossed) almost recovered. Nothing serious--just a nasty, nasty cold/flu. But man, did it put me in a bad mood. Sleeping was a challenge, as breathing was a challenge, and I felt as if I'd never recover. I felt like a failure--with so much shopping and prepping for the baby, the most important thing, staying healthy, I couldn't do. The baby's fine, I know. But if I'm only at a fraction of my capacity, it can't be best for the baby.

Other than that, all is well. We're so lucky that we haven't had any real issues. Tonight we toured the hospital, which is right across the street from my RE's office, where, of course, I haven't been in months. It was all very surreal, the drive, walking the halls of L&D, seeing babies in the nursery. Less than 6 weeks until my due date--just hope that when I make it there, I'm healthy! And if not, it won't be the end of the world.