Sick and pregnant…and the baby keeps on kicking!!!
It came upon me just as I finished the last blog entry on Wednesday. I had just posted, and was headed into a meeting here at work and I felt the faint signs of a cough/stuffiness coming on. That’s right…I am sick!!! And let me tell you, being sick is bad enough but when you’re pregnant and sick, it’s a whole other ball game at that point. I am worn out. Yet I’ve managed to come into work yesterday and today, but I sure did leave early yesterday and most likely will again today. You see, when you are pregnant and you’re trying to keep up your energy for you AND the little one growing inside it’s all you can do to keep up enough energy for yourself. Being sick AND pregnant whoops my butt, I know that much. Maybe it’s different for other expectant moms but I don’t feel so well.
And how did I get sick might you be asking. Well, I’ll tell you. And for once I can’t blame the cruddy commuters on the train day after day. This all started last weekend when hubbie started to feel the onset of a sore throat. Only HE can take all the stuff that nips it in the bud. He took Ricola throat lozenge drops with Echinacea, he took Airborne (that germ-fighter-off-er that the elementary school teacher created and is probably by now a billionaire). And within 24 hours he was on the road to recovery. And little did I know that the germ was festering and nestling itself into my system and would come out and play on Wednesday.
Thanks Hubbie!!!
Love you too!!!
So Wednesday night was not so much fun. I tried to go to sleep at 9 (relatively successful) and woke up at (not even kidding you) 11 p.m…2 a.m…and 4 a.m. And believe it or not I had nothing in the house I could take for any type of symptom. I didn’t even have Tylenol which is the pregnancy staple. The only thing that made my night half way barable was the “Life Savers” on the dresser. But they were not going to suffice for the duration of however long this thing sticks around. So I made my way to work yesterday morning, popped about 6 Life Savers between 6 a.m. and 9 a.m. and went directly to the drug store downstairs in my building. Did I mention I couldn’t really call my doctor’s office because they don’t come in on Thursdays and I didn’t want to be “that pregnant woman” who calls the office to get in touch with the doctor for emergencies and have it only be a cold. So I talked to the pharmacist who informed me that I could ONLY take Extra Strength Tylenol and Chloraseptic throat lozenges. After taking one Chloraseptic lozenge my head was pounding and it was all I could do to keep my head from falling on my desk. But i figured maybe it was something else that caused the headache so as prescribed I took another one about 2 hours later and again with the head ache. Ugh!!
So I finally gave in, threw in the towel and called my doctor’s office and spoke to the answering service apprising her of the situation so she could relay the message to the doctor. Less than an hour later my “doctor in shining armor” had called me back and was giving me the run down of what I “can have” and what I “can’t have”. So here it is for all those pregnant women out there who don’t know…I do and I am sharing it with you. If you have a sore throat, congestion and nasal stuff going on the following is a guideline: You may have Extra Strength Tylenol and if that doesn’t work, you can take Sudafed (the plain kind…no extra stuff). The Sudafed with “special powers” usually has Acetominophen (sp?…whatever…who cares) and if you take one of those you’d be doubling up because Tylenol already contains it too. As for throat lozenges, the pharmacist was wrong. I can take pretty much any throat lozenge I want. And so now if I get a temperature of 102 degrees or more I should contact his office immediately. I also should go on antibiotics if it doesn’t go away in a week or so.
Did I say thank you to hubbie for getting me sick?
Thank you Hubbie!
So on the lighter side, I have been feeling the baby squirm around in random spurts since around weeks 13-14. But the movements haven’t lasted very long when they happen it’s more like a butterfly briefly resting on your skin and then flying away and that’s the end of it. BUT…on Wednesday, not too long after finishing my lunch at my desk, I mentioned in my previous blog that I felt the baby really kick for real this time, not just a flutter. Well I happened to mention the kicking incident to my doctor while we were on the phone yesterday and when I told him I had just finished my peanut butter and jelly sandwich and then the baby kicked, he shed light on the fact that the jelly has a bunch of sugar (ooops) and of course the baby would respond with activity. Teehee!!!! Big oops!!! Did I totally just fry myself? I swear I’ve been eating well. Trying not to taken in too much sugars or salts. “Trying” being the operative words there! Oh well, you know what, I didn’t have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich yesterday and the baby kicked a bunch yesterday too, so I’m not worried.
So I have to say one of the most unnerving/unsettling things about being pregnant (up to this point) is that I don’t know which doctor will be delivering the baby. It all depends on who is on call for that night at the hospital. Lucky me!!! When I first started going to the doctor there were 2 Ob-Gyns…and as of the last appointment I had, there are now 3…count them 3 doctors, and now one whom I have not met yet…but stay tuned I will meet her on September 6th. I know Murphy’s Law will come into play and either one of the 2 doctors I’d prefer not to deliver the baby…WILL!!! One of those doctors doesn’t really have the best bedside manor and the other, as I mentioned…I don’t know yet. The one I would really like to deliver…I know he won’t because it’s just Murphy’s Law and that’s the way things happen. We’ll see what happens. I have a couple months to pray for divine intervention in the matter and perhaps I’ll get what I would like…then again probably not…but I have to think positively.


I hope you are feeling better. Being sick while being pregnant is no fun. And don’t worry, when the time comes to deliver, you won’t really care who your doctor is – you’ll be way to preoccupied
Ulli