It all started two weeks ago when Butter came down with a cold. It wasn’t a bad cold, but it was enough for me to take him to the doctor to get checked out. The doctor said she’d seen several kids in the office that day with the exact same symptoms and he was even healthy enough to get his flu shot that day. Hooray for being able to cancel that unnecessary appointment!
Let me preface this by saying I love when my son willingly shares with me. I really do. Just . . . not when it’s something like The Plague.
I had a few days of coughing. A couple of sneezing fits. I even mentioned at my weekly appointment last week that I had a cold and was told to follow up with my primary doctor if it developed into a sinus infection. I had a wretched headache on Sunday that I was pretty certain I should head to L&D for, but I’m stubborn and wanted to give my Tylenol a chance to work [since the codeine I took obviously hadn’t].
I woke up yesterday morning with the same headache [maybe worse], but I took Tylenol at 4:30 a.m. and it seemed to go away. I took another dose shortly after I got to work and spent the majority of the day feeling “okay.” Then the tell-tale pressure in my sinuses started.
Who gets a sinus infection two weeks before giving birth? This girl.
I called yesterday afternoon to schedule an appointment with my primary doctor, but I wasn’t able to get in with him until Wednesday morning at 11 a.m. There was absolutely no way I could deal with the pressure in my sinuses for another day and a half, so M and I trucked it up to an Urgent Care place after he got home from work.
The funniest part of the entire night was when the pharmacist asked me if I was pregnant. I’m sure the beach ball under my shirt didn’t give it away, dude. Even the girl who was ringing me up said, “I can’t believe he asked you that,” when he walked away.
Grandma and Papa kept Butter last night, so I was able to take my antibiotics and some Tylenol PM and pass out. I got up twice last night, which has to be some kind of record for someone as pregnant as I am. I told M I felt like a real boy this morning [a reference he totally missed, by the way] because I slept so well. My headache was totally gone. It’s made a reappearance, but I can deal with that.
I’ve got a 10 day course of antibiotics to take, and 13 days until Baby Boy makes his appearance. Wish me luck!