Thursday, February 07, 2008
A bad week
It's been a bad week, folks. Not only am I sick of being pregnant, I'm also just plain sick. I've got just under 8 weeks to go, and I'm frustrated that I can't bend over for things, that I get breathless for the smallest of activities. I'm tired of the heartburn, of the backache. I'm even tired of people asking if we've thought of any names. These last few weeks of pregnancy have turned me into an impatient grump. And my behaviour is having an effect on Elliot. He's becoming more stubborn, refusing to obey orders, pretending not to hear me when I'm telling him off. He's brought back the tantrum and his old sulk-face. And of course, I'm sick, so I'm feeling all a bit ratty and snippy. I have a hacking cough that has kept me up at night, my throat is so sore and scratchy that I've now lost my voice. (Imagine how affective it is when I try to tell off my son using a combination of sign language and whispering.) My nose is at once blocked and runny, and the best part of it all, is I can do absolutely nothing but grin and bear this disease. Apparently this far into pregnancy, it is not recommended that I take cough syrup or cold medication. Lucky, lucky me.