Day nine of my fever dawned bright and cold outside, foggy and 99.3 inside. Inside my head, that is. For over a week my temperature has fluctuated between 99.2 and 99.9. Tylenol has failed to break it, and being so early in my pregnancy, there is nothing else I can safely take. I called my OB last week and he said that since it is so low there is no risk to the wee babe, no matter how long it persists. As there is nothing that can be done, I just monitor my temperature to make sure it doesn't climb above the danger line (for a pregnant woman) of 100.4. So far John and the girls are untouched, and for that I am grateful.
Yesterday John worked from home since it was a Suntrust holiday and the office building would be empty. I was able to go to the store by myself in the middle of the day. I can't remember the last time that happened! I stopped at Starbucks on the way and enjoyed a cocoa and a croissant and a long talk to my sister over the phone. The actual shopping trip took a long time, as I tire very quickly lately. The end found me weak and shaking, and I had to rest in the car with a gatorade before I could drive home. Can I say how tired I am of this illness?
Not having any other symptoms besides fatigue, I feel like I should be able to carry on with life as normal. I plan meals and chores and inevitably find myself unable to follow through. But I try to press on. When Jaina takes her morning nap, I pick up the main room. I am usually able to coordinate afternoon naps to happen at the same time so that I can lay down and rest. John was kind enough to conquer the kitchen this weekend. Laundry seems to be what is suffering the most, and my goal for today is to get caught up with that. Dinner is hardest, I think, since it happens at the end of the day. If only we could have our main meal at noon and leftovers for dinner! But there is only so much take-out I can handle, and the nausea from the pregnancy has set in full-force, so home-cooked is usually all I can keep down anyway.
I try not to complain. Does this post seem whiney? I hope not. My creativity is over-baked, but I wanted to post something. I'm feeling more frustrated than sorry for myself. I hope I don't sound all woe-is-me. But I do hope this is all over with soon!
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I thought it sounded much more matter of fact than whiny. I think it sounds like you're getting a lot done. I've been pregnant before and sometimes just functioning with the nausea is more than enough to handle. And being sick on top of that? Ugh. I had the flu when I was pregnant with Ian. It only lasted about three days, but it was not fun. I'll bet the fever breaks any day now! Good luck! :)
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