My husband and Sam both appear to have a stomach bug, courtesy of my MIL. I really hope I don’t get it. Yes, I’m washing my hands. A lot. But I still am not holding my breath about not catching it. Sigh.
Today’s been a hard day, pregnancy-wise. I’m having a lot of menstrual-like cramping, back pain, and this odd (yet painful) pressure in my pelvic region. Also I have thrown up more than I care to. That’s always the fun part. Every time I think maybe I should call the doctor, I start feeling better. A couple hours later, I wonder again if I should call but then it gets better. So I guess I’ll just wait until tomorrow.
Ellie had MRSA a couple months ago, and now she has some sores that look pretty much the same as she had back then. The doctor-on-call (not my favorite doctor in the practice by any stretch of the imagination) said it needs to be looked at, but can wait until tomorrow. I didn’t figure it was a pressing emergency – but I did want to check in with the doc, just in case.
I had a fever for a couple days last week – which completely freaked out the home health company. I do not, however, think I have an infection with the PICC line, as they feared. I appear to have some sort of cold/upper respiratory infection. It’s good times – but I’m fine with that vs. a PICC infection. That would have sucked.
The triplets are definitely two year olds, with random tantrums galore. If it were just one of them, the tantrums wouldn’t seem so frequent, but there’s nearly always one of them in a snit about something. I feel badly for them, for I know it stems from their own frustration and lack of ability to communicate their needs. But I also enjoy nap time a lot. You know, on the days that they DO nap, that is.
J is “Star of the Week” next week for his class. Which means homework for me. I mean, technically it means homework for him, but let’s be real, okay? He gets to take home Rocky (the class stuffed animal – a dog) and take pictures of his activities with Rocky and document his adventures in a journal. And he gets to make an “All About J” poster. That is, I get to make it, just like I made it last year. Hopefully he’ll help more this year. Hah! No, I’m not doing his homework for him, per se, but the teacher and I both know that forcing him to do homework isn’t teaching him any good lessons and only frustrates us all. He doesn’t do weekly homework like the other kids in the class and a big project like this isn’t fun for him – it’s horrifying. He’s dyslexic and with his attention issues (he’s not well medicated in the evenings), this is too overwhelming for him. So he gets to help, but I do the lion’s share. Fun times.
Oh, and the last day of his “Star of the Week” week is the 100th day of school, so he has a 100 day project, too. Hooray!
I don’t understand cats. They sleep, like, 23 hours a day. How do they do that without getting muscle cramps?
That’s just about enough randomness for me.
Cats spend the other hour running around like crazy. Plus they get up every so often and get a good stretch in, find a new comfy position and go back to sleep. I think in my next life I want to be a cat or maybe I should say one of my cats who are extremely spoiled.
Hope you don’t get sick and hope the “homework” isn’t too trying.
Cats are special. And gifted.
Good luck with your homework.
Bea
Funny, I wondered almost exactly the same thing myself this past week when I had a lovely stomach flu compliments of my DH.
I started feeling awful about 6 pm Thursday and relegated myself to bed at 9 pm. Over the next 30 hours, I spent roughly 27 of those hours in bed. Exceptions were a handful of bathroom visits, helping DH get the kids moving on Friday morning for about a half hour, and about 45 minutes for an attempt at shabbos dinner. I have NEVER done that before – especially since we had the kids (though DH pulled off the solo parenting thing like an absolute champ). So Saturday at 2 am when I climbed out of bed due to excruciating back pain, the bug was mercifully also just about done (mercifully, because for whatever reason, the stomach pain was drastically less if I was laying flat on my back).
Funnily enough, though, the cat LOVED spending the entire day in bed with me. Every time I came to, there he was all curled up and blissful. Go figure!
why does the 100th day and last day of star of the week and the sick Sam and J.. and your first trip to L&D… come in the same week! coudl the stars align just once??
thinking of you.. and knowing how strong and amazing you are.. you will get through this too..
Interesting, I never wondered that about my dog. He gets up and walks around just often enough to not get cramps. Plus he changes position in his sleep.
And yuck. your week totally sucks.