This has not been the week we’d hoped for 3-4 weeks before birth. Chicken came down with a ‘cold’ exactly one week ago and that exploded into full-on sick, more than likely the flu. She has been sleeping in the living room and me in the bedroom, but of course I am around her germs because we are still sharing living quarters.
She has left the house twice in the past week–once to go to the doctor’s and get antibiotics and once to go to the drugstore for more cough meds.
I have left the house twice in the past week–once to go to the doctor’s and once to go to a friend’s anniversary brunch on Saturday (wore me out, but so nice to feel like a real person again! totally worth the pain).
All we do is sleep, order food deliveries, sleep, read, sleep and watch D.exter (just discovered it on Ne.tflix instant play and we are totally addicted).
Chicken is sleeping more than I am. Yesterday she slept 18 out of 24 hours. This is after being sick for 6 days!!
Our house is a complete wreck. I’m sure it has that ‘smell of the sick’. Our food supplies are dwindling. I have no idea what we would do without delivery. We make sure to open windows and get fresh air circulating, take out the trash daily, wipe everything down with antibac wipes and santize, but there’s still only so much you can do.
I feel so bad for the Sherpa because she feels like shit and I’m trying to take up some of the slack in the Sherpa duties so that together we get it all done.
I can’t imagine bringing home two babies to this house right now. We need to clean and do laundry and go grocery shopping and there’s the nagging ‘to do’ list.
Everyday I think I’m going to get more done on this list and everyday I tell myself “Maybe I’ll do that tomorrow when I have more energy”. This is proving to be a really bad strategy because I am losing energy, not gaining it!
However, I’ve not gotten sick myself. Somewhere, the gods of immunity are looking down and smiling on me. I think if I were going to get sick, I would have by now.
I realized my worst fear last night was if I went into labor, it would be quite doubtful they would let Chicken be there for the births because she is so sick. That really scares me.
Thankfully, I am not having any contractions or showing signs of pre-term labor. Fire.crotch? Yes, but that’s about it.
On to the to-do list…it’s all stuff that can be done sitting down, so I’m going to get cracking.
35 weeks and 2 days today…everyday feels like a milestone at this point.