Being sick is horrible. Runny noses, sore throats, fever, sneezing – blah! Being sick while pregnant is even more horrible. Mainly because the array of medical relief that you can take is SEVERELY limited. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I like to dope up the MOMENT my nose starts running and I start sneezing uncontrollably. It makes me feel good. Being able to sleep with both nostrils clear of ANYTHING is pretty hot too. What’s not hot is sleeping on one side of your body for reasons other than making sure that your baby is getting enough air (btw – the left side is the preferred side for a pregnant woman to sleep on. Now imagine when you have one on both sides who don’t want you to particularly lay on them. LOL! I’m sure that you can imagine how cartoonish I looked while trying to sleep.
I woke up this morning with a MOUND of tissue next to my bed, and water. WATER. Can you believe it? WATER?! Water during the night for a gestating person is like kryptonite. It FORCES you to wake up only to realize that you really don’t have all that much to give in the lavatory and then you want to slap anyone who is able to sleep soundly through the night. Okay maybe that’s harsh – not really – but maybe.
Anyway, after asking my wonderful husband oh so sweetly to make a pharmacy run for some Sudafed, because Benadryl makes me feel like a zombie the morning after, and after having to PROVE that Sudafed does different things then Benadryl, he took of begrudgingly to CVS. I popped the nighttime pill like it was candy. Thirty minutes later – nothing. One hour later, nothing. One and a half hours later, nothing. This is where I began to believe that one of the twins was holding my pill hostage in order to secure the wonderful sleeping position they were in. I believe they STILL have the pill and waited for another to come down eight hours later to render me paralyzed so they can go on a spree with the kicks and punches and rolls. I imagine that they will turn head down several times while I am asleep just to show that they can do it, and then when they feel my body stirring back to consciousness, they will again secure their breech positions unbeknownst to me.
So, if I’m not around for a couple of days -you’ll know that the twizzlers have started on their mission to take over the world. And I’m not kidding.