The good news is that I’m 33 weeks today and Mr. MLACS is feeling much better.
The bad news is that I have the flu and I feel like I got run over by a bus.
So Mr. MLACS has been taking care of me all weekend. Ironic much?
I guess that’s marriage though–when one is weak, the other must be strong. Well, ideally…sh*t doesn’t work when you’re both weak. Luckily, we’ve managed to time our illnesses appropriately. Ha! *as if we had any control over any of this*
I really, really need a shower. But I haven’t stood up for more than 5 minutes in the past 2 days, so I’m a little leary. I think I’m just gonna go for it.
Of course I worried that my illness might affect baby girl, but my fever never got over 101°F and she kept moving around and *thanks to Zofran* I kept down liquids and a bit of food. So we’re both ok.
In fact, we got a massage on Friday. It was so neat because my LMT could actually feel baby’s little tooshy (it always surfaces on my left side).
Mr. MLACS has been working on building the nursery furniture, which is heartwarming and also a relief because my nesting urge is making me *crazy*. I just NEED the house to be perfect and in fact my biggest gripe about having the flu is that it has prevented me from carrying out my tasks.
I also have fears that she’ll come early and I had planned to get my hospital bag together this weekend (did.not.happen). I mean honestly, I was afraid I was getting preeclampsia until I went to bed Saturday night & woke up with chills and night sweats–it didn’t even occur to me that it could be the flu until I ran a fever. I had a headache, my BP was 137/86, I was nauseous, etc. and those are symptoms of Pre-E. So I bawled out of fear and frustration that I am unprepared, and told Mr. MLACS I’d call the doc if I wasn’t better in the morning…then broke a fever (and my entire body hurt) and realized it was the flu.
And that’s life at 33 weeks in the MLACS household. Not perfect, but we’re all ok.