… having gastro while 29 weeks pregnant really, really sucks. You know that whole pulling-of-the-abdominal-muscles-front-and-back thing you get? Ten times worse when your abdominals are already under stress.
Because yes, of course I caught it, too. HRH and I were tag-teaming on taking care of the boy: whoever wasn’t being sick or unable to struggle up from a horizontal position handled whatever needed handling. The boy was very understanding, however, bless him.
The Owlet was fine on day one, but very, very quiet on day two, which worried me. Dehydration is a Really Bad Thing in general, but Super-Extra-Bad when pregnant. On top of that, I wasn’t feeding myself because nothing was staying down, which meant she was dealing with whatever stores were available. Today, however, she seems perky and bumptious and more like herself, rattling around and exercising as usual, for which I am very, very thankful.
I am also very thankful that I handed in my last copyediting assignment on Monday and didn’t get a new one till last night, because I was pretty out of it in general and finishing up a project would have been impossible. I felt mostly myself again around bedtime last night, and really good this morning, until I did the fifteen-minute round trip to get the boy to his bus stop and wiped myself out. In fact, I wiped myself out so badly that even though I tried to stay quiet and first work at my desk, then lie on the chesterfield, I ended up having to go back to bed for an hour.
So now I’m struggling with the eating thing, which is one of my usual problems at the best of times, but it’s always worse after I’ve been sick. I’m just not hungry. This is kind of a problem when we’re trying to fatten up the Owlet. I’ve choked down a milkshake and some grapes, but even that has me kind of queasy. I guess it’s back to crackers for a bit, and maybe a carrot stick or two. My life; it is so thrilling.
In related news, today marks thirty weeks of pregnancy.