I hate being sick. Being sick when you can take good cold meds is sucky enough. Being sick when you're pregnant and your options are severely limited all out blows.
Last weekend Andrew had a bit of a cold. Nothing too bad, he was mostly just coughing but wasn't snotty or anything. I should have known when he was coughing directly into my face while I was rocking him before a nap that trouble was on the way.
Last Monday it started - the scratchy throat and sinus pressure. Last Tuesday I felt kind of crappy so I worked from home thinking that would probably be the worst of it. I was wrong. I still forced myself to do a couple long-ish runs last week hoping that I could sweat it out since I can't take any Dayquil or anything to help me out. No dice.
Friday night the godawful congestion started. I could deal with it when it was just one side because at least I could kind of breathe at night. Now it's both sides and it sucks. Oh, and the coughing started on Saturday, too. Awesome.
Thanks for the germs, little buddy.
So now I am working from home again, drinking my tea and honey, rubbing Vicks on my chest and under my nose in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, it'll clear my nose a little bit, drinking orange juice, and going through tissues like you wouldn't believe.
Stupid compromised immune system...