One of the gifts Chris got me for Easter was a little body mist made by Calgon, that actually has printed on the bottle, "Take me away!" I so need an IV of this right now.
First thing, is that at my appointment last week the doctor said he'd likely induce me this Tuesday, since my blood pressure hasn't been behaving. I haven't blogged about this yet, because 1. Been way tooooo busy, and 2. Been was too nervous to think about it. Maybe nervous isn't that right word, because, trust me, I'm ready for this pregnancy to be over. But until I have her safely in my arms, I'll be terrified that something bad will happen to her. Then, I'll still be terrified, but at least I'll be looking at her. As I was throwing up this morning, all I could keep thinking was, "Just two more days of this..." I really wish I could have enjoyed this pregnancy more, since this will be it, but it'll all be worth it if I have a healthy daughter.
Speaking of healthy, Izzy has been sicker this weekend than ever. He's never acted this lethargic, ran a fever nearly this long, slept so much, fussed so much, and just looked as awful as he has for the past 36 hours. We were alternating Tylenol/Motrin, and still his fever raged. At 3:30 last night he woke us up screaming, and saying, "Owwww, owwww...." Then he threw up. The only other time he's ever thrown up was just from coughing too hard, and that's only been one time. His temperature then was nearly 103. Then, after we changed the bed, I couldn't go back to sleep for forever because I was so worried about him. I took his temp at 5 am, and it was 101, so I was able to go back to sleep after that, since he was showing improvement.
I realized several things last night. First, is that even though baby puke is undeniably gross, when you own child is sick, you're not nearly as grossed out. Second, is that I am actually able to judge just from touching Izzy whether his temperature has gone up or down a half a degree. Third, there is nothing as painful as watching your own child suffer.
Lastly, I realized that even though I am a mom, I need sleep. I'm so tired right now that I'm about to drop, but I just don't have sense enough to go to sleep. There's just so much to do. Before I go, I have a cute story for you - I'll try to post a pic too. While Izzy was feeling good tonight, which comes in spells, he got into our microwave cabinet and got out a big Gladware dish, a can of peas, and an oven mitt. He held them tightly to his chest and staggered through the dining room, grunting with the exertion (he has his daddy's flair for the dramatic) and laid them down in the living room, on the coffee table. He then donned the glove, and put the can of peas into the dish. He looked so cute it cracked me up - reminded me of the mad chef on the Muppets. This kid is a riot. Hope he feels better tomorrow.
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