Things have been better, especially over the past two weeks, partly because I got really sick.
I'm fine, for the record. Baby is fine too.
Right after Christmas, I agreed to do a musical with some old theater friends (I did theater for 10 years as a kid). We basically threw the show together with only a week of rehearsals. It was fun, I had a great time, but being in close quarters with so many people had colds flying around all over the place. So of course, I caught one. And it very quickly turned into an infection.
So the weekend after New Years, I did the show, sick, but I figured if it morphed into an infection, I'd be seeing my doctor the following Thursday anyway. By that first Tuesday of the new year, I was sick as a dog and could not breathe. The doc told me to take decongestants, which make me feel as high as a kite, so I went ahead and decided to take the next day off from work and just rest at home, doped up. Well, my body had other ideas. I guess between being so pregnant, ill, and with decongestants, I was just crazy dehydrated, and I started having contractions every 5 minutes for HOURS. After it not ceasing, I called my doc and he told me to come into L&D to see if this was the real deal. Well, I had been drugged up and couldn't drive safely, so I had to call H to leave work, come get me, and take me to the hospital.
And he did. Right away. He dropped everything, came and got me, and sat with me in L&D for hours while they figured out what was going on. They said they weren't sure if it was just dehydration or what, but I wasn't emitting the "going into real labor" hormone, and even though they gave me juice and water, I still wasn't slowing down, so they gave me some oral medication to make the contractions stop and put me on bed rest for the rest of the week. That worked.
H, in the mean time, worked it out with my parents and grandparents to take care of D while I was on bed rest so we didn't have to figure out what to do with her during the day. And poor thing, he ended up catching whatever cold I had too (which is saying something... that man NEVER gets sick). Luckily it didn't turn into an infection for him, but he was pretty miserable the next week.
The next day (Thursday), I was scheduled to see my doc anyway, and they gave me clearance to drive to that appointment, so I went in, he put me on antibiotics (he was actually out the day prior when I was in L&D), and told me to continue the rest for the rest of the week. The infection cleared up in less than 2 days, although the cold symptoms hung out for another week (and allergens here in TX have been STUPID high, so that's made getting well difficult).
But during that whole time I was stuck at home, H was very attentive, took care of me, and made sure D was taken care of with family members.
It earned him a lot of brownie points in my book.
This past week, he's continued to be really good, letting me rest when I need to, and not giving me any crap over it. He's also letting me indulge in my nesting (which is really kicking in right now) and taking care of D while I obsessively clean and organize.
A long time ago (like, 2 years ago), I had made a think I saw on Pinterest where basically you put the phrase "I love you because...." on a piece of paper, place it in a frame, and then write something new with dry erase marker on the glass to change it to whatever you want it to say (i.e. "I love you because you make hilarious jokes/do the dishes when I'm tired/rub my feet/etc"). Ever since I found the pictures (so, September of 2012), I've been too angry to write anything. At all. I just couldn't bring myself to write anything on there, because I would just become angry.
But this week I finally found myself able to write something on there.
I'm 32 weeks now. I hope we continue to evolve over the next several weeks. It will be immensely helpful in healing us to continue this trend during this critical time.
