I am, typically, able to boast a pretty hardy immune system. Observing regular health-ensuring activities such as hand washing, exercise, and basic cleanliness have helped me avoid most viruses passed around. This kid apparently has something to say about that truth as well.
I have had TWO stomach bugs since my second trimester. TWO!! I haven't had a stomach bug in I can't remember how long before then. But, I have had TWO. I don't even know how to ensure I get to the potty on time when I have to wretch, because I've never been afforded the opportunity to learn (with the exception of that one weekend in college, Heather). Since being pregnant, however, I have had 2 predictable 24-48 hour stomach bugs that wreaked havoc on my body and then moved on to the next victim.
Now, I am fallen to my annual go around with the ear/nose/throat issues. I should have seen it coming: when I went into my office on Thursday, it was a Michael Jackson convention, with numerous coworkers sporting the face masks that are purported to stop the release and reception of disease-spreading germs. At least one of those sneaky little buggers got through, though. And for the entirety of the weekend, I felt winded and steadily developed a heavy cough to go along with ear and throat tenderness. Last night it culminated in one of those sort of coughing fits that wakes you up in a panicky fear as you try to clear your throat so you can breathe in a way that is even partially acceptable.
Some of you may remember the great surgery-a-thon that was my early 20s. I had routine surgeries December 2001, January 2002, and February 2003. During the first of these surgeries, I shed my massive tonsils that set a record at Pitt Memorial Hospital for amount of infection and size. I have not been this sick since before that surgery. To return to that pre-tonsilectomy state is not a favorable turn of events in my opinion.
Thankfully, I was able to accelerate my regular OB appointment from Wednesday to today. My doctor checked me out, declared there was very good reason for my discomfort and sent me home for at least today, and tomorrow if we can afford it. She listened to the baby's 148 beats per minute heartbeat and was satisfied with his movement and vitality. She provided me with several prescriptions and sent me on my way to recover.
The good news is many fold: the insulin at night is regulating my fasting blood sugar readings well now. Diet and exercise is controlling the rest well. I have not gained any weight since my last doctor's appointment over 2 weeks ago and, therefore, I am holding fast at just 10 pounds gained. The baby's activity is regular and in good keeping with developmental expectations. I am measuring well within normal limits. My blood pressure continues to be that of a much younger woman. There is no sign of swelling anywhere that indicates a cause for concern. Overall, I have many many reasons to be happy for the general health I have been experiencing during this pregnancy.
As for today, though, I am DEFINITELY under the weather and just going to cuddle up with my little acrobat as he keeps his fetal kick count way up... Hector is fine with that arrangement, too.
(P.S. Happy Birthday, Uncle Jimmy Maher! Love, Baby Boy Eschler)
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