I started this post several days ago but illness halted me in my tracks. I’ve heard that the virus going around here typically lasts 8-10 days and is “unrelenting.” Fantastic. Anyhoo, guaranteed there are more spelling and grammatical errors than usual.
I’m alive! In a manner of speaking. It’s not even Thanksgiving and yet it’s feeling a lot like last winter- snow and perpetual sickness.
You know what I don’t find super fun? Having some awful flu like illness while pregnant and also caring for a toddler with the same symptoms. You know what makes it a lot better though? (Besides lots of help from my angelic mom and husband of course.) The complete and total confidence I now have that I’ve already given birth to the absolute best human and best future husband toddling the planet.
I feel like absolute crap and so does B but I am the adult so I’m supposed to rise above and put my self aside to care for my child. I’m trying my best but the crazy thing is B is beating me hands down. He is taking amazing care of me and bringing me to snotty tears on a daily basis.
He barely makes requests of me, has been playing tons on his own, and has generally been hassle free. The more wonderful part though is every time I cough (so every 20 seconds) he drops what he’s doing to run over and give me a kiss. Even in the middle of the night when I’m sure he’s sound asleep, he hears me cough and does this zombie-rise-up-thing to lean over and kiss me before his head hits the pillow once more.
He also constantly brings me animals and instructs me to cuddle them so I feel better, and he follows me around with honey and a water bottle at all times. Last night B had some tummy issues and I tried to coax him into eating toast by saying it helps my tummy feel better sometimes. Ever since he’s been demanding I eat toast so my tummy feels good.
I was telling my mom what a sweet kid he’s been and she said, “You know how he treats you is a pretty good indication of how he’ll treat his wife some day.” Now more than ever I am planning a strategy to make sure she doesn’t suck and is deserving, because that woman (likely now baby, toddler, or pre-fetus) is the luckiest lady alive (or soon to be alive.) Well, she will be some day. For now I’ll claim that title (if I could just kick this #*$&ing bug.)
(That was even more unnecessary parenthesis than I usually use! The fever is eating my brain. (Yes I’m keeping it down with Tylenol per the advice of my OB. I’m not even going to talk about how much I regret Googling ‘fever during pregnancy.’))