The Candy Man Can!

Friday night my throat started to hurt. Saturday, during the Super Saturday I helped coordinate, I started to feel absolutely horrible. Saturday night, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday I wanted to die. Certainly a virus would start to improve after 5 days, right? I finally went to the doctor yesterday, and the kind man gave me a Z-Pack and Tylenol with codeine. I can't believe the difference. I don't feel 100%, but I can get out of bed now and not want to die. I think I had strep throat. The doc didn't do a strep test, but indicated my symptoms were either viral or strep. Thank you, Zithromax. Mix pregnancy and vomiting in with strep and we've got ourselves a party, people! I'm so thankful to be feeling better. I was really starting to think I'd never get well. My house is such a wreck. I got up this morning to find the downstairs in shambles. Crayons and play-doh all over the floor, sticky counters, dirty dishes in the sink, garbage overflowing, laundry overflowing. Our room smells like sickness. I think I'm going to sanitize, sterilize and disinfect everything today. It's so interesting to see how everything around here falls apart when Mom's not available. Nils put Addie to bed in her clothes last night. Bless his soul, he really does what he can.

We're having Thanksgiving at my mom's tomorrow. I asked her what my assignment was, and she told me nothing because she doesn't want me throwing up while trying to cook. Excellent point. I think we're going to get some frozen pies and bake them. I think I can handle that.

I'll be 12 weeks on Friday, and I'm hoping the sickness just magically disappears. Wouldn't that be fabulous?

SOLD

We sold our house in four days. All I did was put a sign up. No ads, no listings, no agents, nothing. We got full price for it, too. I think we have to be out by December 15. Crazy.

I went grocery shopping yesterday and was on the verge of puking the whole time. When I got home I went to get the food out of the van and I actually retched. It was lovely. I want cravings. I crave cravings. Instead I have stupid aversions to everything except cereal. It's the only thing that doesn't make me gag.

So I'm hoping my last day working at the gym is Thursday. I haven't written anything about my crappy job, have I? Well, I hate it. I hate it less now that I'm quitting, but I've hated it from the first day. The time goes so slowly. It's boring, despite the 12 thousand children there. Sometimes it smells like poo, and you just can't figure out why. Obviously some kid is poopy, but pinpointing which one is tricky and sometimes dangerous. I think I also hate it because I don't feel well. No one knows I'm pregnant, so I have to snarf crackers in the back room so I don't heave all over the children. I also just hate having to commit my time to a job. I'm not used to that anymore, so I resent it now. Fortunately the whole moving situation gave me an easy out, so I didn't have to come up with some lame excuse as to why I wanted to quit after a month of working there. I'm scheduled for next Wednesday, but I marked that someone can pick up the shift if they want it. I really want to be done with that place.

Feeling Whiney

Humor me while I have a little whine session. I'm so sick. This is the worst it's ever been. I don't know if it's having 2 kids already or if this pregnancy is just doing me in, but I feel awful. In the past I've had nausea, but it was controllable as long as I ate regularly. Now, I can barely choke food down, and I still don't feel better. The likelihood of me puking is decreased, but I don't feel much better. I'm feeling quite cheated of cravings as well. I have no cravings. Everything sounds disgusting and makes me gag.

Also, I'd like to complain about the frequency of my feeling nauseous. In the past, it's been limited to the evenings. I'm currently nauseous all waking hours of the day. It's really annoying, and it makes me crabby and irritable. I announced to Nils last night that I won't be cooking anymore until further notice. I'm very fortunate to have a kind, understanding and patient husband. He lets me lay around. Last night I laid on the bed and watched him fold laundry. He even put it all away. I love him.

Gripe session over. 'Til next time.