We are sick. All of us. And it doesn't seem to be ending, ever. My crabbiness knows no bounds right now. Pity my students who have to spend the last week of the semester with a sleep-deprived professor who can barely string together three sentences without a coughing fit.
It all started with me. I got a cold that morphed into a cough right before Thanksgiving. Apparently this cough is interested in entering into a long-term, committed and exclusive relationship with me because it has not budged an inch in nearly two weeks. It's just hanging around, getting especially bad at night when it starts to be afraid that I'm getting distant (aka attempting to sleep). I can take, oh, one pregnancy approved medication, run a humidifier, slather Vick's on my chest and hope for the best. That's about it. I've also tried honey, lemon and honey, gallons of tea, netti pot, and basically any thing else I can dream up to help me kick this. It just ain't happening.
Then Joe fell under some sort of illness that attacked quickly and without warning and including a bizarre fever that popped up, disappeared and then popped up again. Bizarre and surprising since Joe rarely, rarely gets sick. But, of course, illness decided to come now, while I was sick and Z...
...
Oh, Z.
He decided it was time to have a sleep regression. It had been awhile, so why not? Two nights of HOURS of talking, squawking, crying, screeching (joyfully, as long as one of us was there. In rage, if we dared to go back to bed). Mercy. The following two nights included a few hours of private partying, which was an improvement but still woke me up. We are still having some random sleep oddities. Epic long or epic short naps. Sometimes night waking. Sometimes just waking up really early. One night he seemed hot, but I thought it was just due to the temperature of the room.
NOPE! He had a random fever. I say "random" because it I had not used a thermometer on that child, I would have had no idea he was "sick." I say "sick" because he was running around like his usual self. One more thing... more bad sleep nights... nooo...
In conclusion, we are all sick. All of us. And we can't seem to get better. I, in particular, am feeling incredibly crabby about this because I feel like I haven't felt even remotely healthy since I got pregnant. As a result, I feel like the Grinch pre-Cindy Lou Hoo (Who? We don't have this book, I'm uncertain of the spelling). I just want one good night's sleep without gag-inducing coughing!
End whine fest. Acknowledge this could be categorized under #firstworldproblems.
On the bright side, I'm really excited about our ultrasound next week! First look at Bebo!!
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