Must blog about H being super today.

Since usually I feel like I am complaining about something stupid he's done...let's share the story of how H saved the day today!

So last night, I get home from work and basically feel like someone has smacked me in the head with a crowbar or something. My sinuses are all stuffed up, my nose is running, but yet congested, my head hurts, my eyes are about to pop out of my head, blah blah blah. I suffer through, thinking it was just because I was tired...a good nights sleep should do the trick.

HA! I didn't sleep hardly at all last night. I sissed out when H got home from bowling and started crying about how miserable I felt. I went to bed, but I was up every 15 minutes blowing my nose. I couldn't sleep on my left side because my left nostril would run. I couldn't sleep on my back because I'm not really supposed to and I could feel the phlegm (sorry...gross, I know) running down the back of my throat. I couldn't lay on my right side because my right nostril would close up and then my left nostril would run.

This is a long description of my ailments. But I digress...I didn't sleep well.

I woke up early, but did not want to get up. I could feel the throbbing in my head. But I did get up. I got ready for work and left early, hoping to beat traffic and have time to stop at the store and pick up some Sudafed. I grabbed my Approved Medications list on my way out the door. Traffic was light. I called work just to let them know I might be there a couple minutes late, that I had to stop to get medicine or I just might die. No problem, they say.

So I get to the store at about 7:40. I pick up donuts for my co-workers like they requested. I stop to pick up a couple Cadbury Eggs. Alright...four. Then I head over to the pharmacy section. I get some Chap-stick because my lips are drier than the Sahara. I head to the Cold/Allergy section. I pull out my trusty list to make sure I get the right meds. Damn those stupid meth-makers! Regular Sudafed is the only kind of Sudafed that requires me to pick up the little card and give it to the pharmacist. No big deal...except for that...the pharmacy is not open yet. There are people in there getting ready to open up. I see a store worker, and asked if there was any way I could get this medicine. "Sure, pharmacy's that way." Uh...thanks, traffic cop. I know where it is. Can they get me this? They aren't open yet. "Oh, well, I think they open at 8." Once again, thanks for the ephipany. I have to be to work at 8. He asks someone else. They decide that no, they can't help me and I have to wait until 8 for my medicine. Well damn me for inheriting my father's temper. I throw a small fit. I tell them that I have to go to work, and I can't take anything else. I even showed them my list. I even played the whole "I'm pregnant" card, which is not like me.

No dice. They didn't care. Now, at this point, it's about 10 to 8. I already called work and told them I might be late. It wouldn't be a big deal to just wait. Or would it? I decide that this is injustice at it's finest. I left. I refuse to sit and wait for a place to say it is now OK for me to be sick and need medications. Both nostrils are working properly, I think it will be ok. I go to work.

An hour later, I realize that I am going to die. Yeah, not really, but I am in rough shape. I call my husband to see if there's any way he could drop off some medicine. No, he's about an hour away and won't be home any time soon. Fine. I guess I'm just going to suffer through the day. I was cranky and sluggish, but whatever.

About half an hour later, guess who walks in the door. No, not my husband. My husbands best friend...with Sudafed!! Say it with me now....AWWWWW!

It didn't help that much, but it helped enough. I'm going to try a couple other home remedies before I go to bed and hope I am able to sleep tonight.

Side note, because I am emotional and H was being so cute today. He had a dentist appointment this afternoon. He came home and announced that he had a clean bill of...well...hygiene? I don't know, whatever. No cavities! Then he announces (to the dog) that he doesn't have to go back until July. And that "by that time, I'll be a Daddy!" Once again... AWWWW!

I am sure that when I am recovered from this head cold thing, I will have to have sex with him for being super. And I will have to tell him first why I'm having sex with him. Because it's more fun that way. Incentive to do more nice things, I think!

Things not to say to a pregnant woman:

1. "Wow, you're getting big!"
2. "Must be twins."
3. "You look tired."
4. "You look awful!"
5. "That baby must be taking a toll on you."
6. "Gee, your ass is jiggly today!" (Thanks for that husband!)
7. "Are you sure you're pregnant?"
8. "You're going to get huge fast."
9. "Was it a surprise/mistake?"
10. "Do you know who the dad is?"

If you have ever said any of these, DIAF. K Thanks bye.

That is all.

A creative title escapes me...

Day: 118
Days Left: 162
Feeling: Pretty good. Crossing my fingers that this keeps up for me.
Mood: A little emotional about some work issues going on, but overall, I'm a happy camper.
Recent Cravings: Still none.
Just Noticed: The sun is out. Yay! Maybe I'll take Chip for a walk later.

Good things happening!

We put together the crib on Saturday! I was surprised at how easy it was to talk H into it. He hasn't moved his desk or printer downstairs yet, but the rest of the stuff is down there. I can't help him carry the desk downstairs, so that will probably not happen until after we get the dresser. Which we need to order first. Guess I better get H on that! I emptied out the closet and put all the baby stuff in there the other day. It feels really good to be getting things done.

I will post a picture of the crib after we get the room a little more done, and after we get a mattress. It looks like a little baby jail without it.

More good news. A friend is pregnant! Yay! She's about 5 weeks along, due in September. This will be their second baby. As horrible as this sounds, I struggled between being happy for her and being jealous of her the last pregnancy, so I am entirely happy that I will be able to be supportive to her without a bit of jealousy this time.

16 w 6 d
14 days until US!

A dream is a wish your heart makes...

...When you're fast asleep...

So, does that mean my heart really wanted to get some last night? Because I for sure had my first sex dream last night. I've heard about them being prevelant during pregnancy, but yeah... I had no idea.

Last night, I read "Belly Laughs" by Jenny McCarthy. Hilarious. I read the whole book in one night! She talked about sex dreams in the book, so maybe that's what got me thinking about it.

Just thought I'd share with you all!

16 w 4 d