November 26, 2013 {15 WEEKS}

 I officially have my first sickness being pregnant (not including being nauseous the first couple of months!).  It’s a mixture of the flu, a cold, and a cough all rolled into one.  The cough isn’t bad until I lay down and then I’m hacking up everything and the kitchen sink.  Blech.  I took a half-day off yesterday from work because it was getting so bad. 

Tyler went and bought some Unisom Sleep Tablets so I could take one last night before going to bed.  I actually slept more than 2-3 hours.  I still woke up coughing and having to use the bathroom, but otherwise I actually slept!  Sleep, blissful sleep!  I still feel sick, but having a little bit of sleep did wonders for me.

I had a bit of a meltdown yesterday too during the day.  I was convinced that this ridiculous sickness was in someway harming our child and there was nothing I could do about it.  Tyler and my Dad gave me a blessing last night that said this baby was protected and healthy right now.  That’s all I wanted to hear.  I can get through this sickness if I can just know that the baby is okay.  Man, what a worrywart of a mother I am already!

We went to the “Savior of the World” at the conference center over the weekend with my family and the Hoffmans.  It was beautiful.  It was the first time I’d ever seen it and I was touched during many portions of it.  Especially when Rebekah is told that she is finally going to conceive a child in her old age.  The emotion that you could see on her face when she realized she would have a son was so perfect.  I cried and cried.  I hope that our baby can see how badly we want it too. 

I keep having thoughts that we’ll have a boy.  Call it mother’s intuition or wishful thinking, but I truly think that this child is a boy.  I’ll be more than surprised if the doctor says it’s a girl!  However, I’ll be happy with either/or. 

Food is still a hassle.  I can actually eat food now, but it’s just a pain to eat so often!  I get sick of foods easily and it’s hard to come up with more things that I would actually eat.  Poor Tyler.  He has to put up with all of this everyday. 

Which reminds me, over the weekend is when I caught this nasty sickness.  I ended up not going to church (I was supposed to teach Relief Society and was pretty upset that I couldn’t give my lesson.  Gina had to do it for me.  I felt pretty low that I couldn’t magnify my calling.  Me and my stubbornness) and staying home and trying to sleep.  Call it pregnancy hormones or just plain being sick and mean, but I wouldn’t let Tyler anywhere near me.  All he wanted to do was comfort me and hold me and I wouldn’t let him.  What was worse was the fact that all I wanted him to do was hold me.  How ridiculous.  I’m so over these pregnancy symptoms. 

Poor guy hasn’t had much loving at all these days and his love language is definitely physical touch.  He broke down and finally told me he wasn’t feeling very loved at all lately, which made me feel worse, but was the honest truth.  He’s done everything from mop the floors, taking out the garbage, to going grocery shopping and making sure the house stays clean.  I’m one lucky gal.

Thanksgiving is this Thursday, so hallelujah for Thanksgiving vacation for the rest of the week!  We’ll be here with my family this year and watching Grandma and Grandpa Kussee’s house for them while they’re out of town.

Hopefully we’ll find out the gender in the next few weeks… oh what fun that will be!

I Don't Wanna Go Back

Don't get me wrong.

I love my 2nd graders.

But after spending my entire Spring Break being sick, I'm in desperate need of a vacation from my vacation!

I've been begging T all day to not make me go back.

Like there's a whole lot he can do about it, right?

We'll see if my stuffy nose, clogged sinuses, popping ears, and constant headache can combat 25 students who are being forced to go back to school at exactly 8:40 tomorrow morning.

For now, I will fall back into bed and pray that I wake up miraculously healed.

It's Sunday.

Anything can happen.

January Sickness

In High school, I used to get strep often.

When I got, it usually meant that I was stressed some way or another.
It always came about when I had AP testing or like flying across the country to Tennessee for a National Competition.

Pathetic, right?

Right when I thought those days of stressing strep were over, I got it.
I got it bad.

This time though, the blame goes to the 30 munchkins I've been teaching.
And maybe the fact that I wasn't washing my hands quite enough after being around sicky kiddo's.

So yes, strep came on full force again. And because I have to make everything difficult, I'm allergic to all the medications that the doctors treat you with to combat strep. Which does in fact mean that I my healing process is longer than it should be.

But to stay on the optimistic side, my husband was the greatest. He cooked, cleaned, and treated me like even more of a princess than he usually does. He is the perfect husband, soulmate, eternal companion, and best friend a girl could ever ask for.

The worst part of strep, you might ask?
I missed kissing him while I was sick.

I'm Sick.

But I did finish a lesson for independent study today.

I only have 3 more lessons to go.

They all include doing a research paper.

I chose my topic.

Technology and Emergent Literacy.

Should be interesting...