So, Friday I had a snotty nose and was reminded that sinus issues and pregnancy are like peas and carrots. Then yesterday, I stayed in bed until 3pm. This was very irksome to the hubs who made lots of comments like “you’re only two months pregnant, it can’t possibly be making you this tired.” Which received crying and curse words from me, because OBVIOUSLY tired if still in bed at 3pm. Although, I did do our taxes from the bed, so it’s not like I was completely useless. After showing him many articles which said “9 weeks = tired, nauseous, weepy mess” I went back to bed feeling vindicated.
When I got up, though, vindicated wasn’t really the word that described how I felt. No, that word would probably be dying, or let me die soon, anyway. Headache, cough, fever, weakness all coupled with the normal nausea and fatigue was so not pleasant. Also, it turned out my eating and drinking were way down. As in, my total consumption was 2 glasses of water and 1/2c of soup (mmmm, homemade chicken and dumplings) as 5pm. Bad. Bad, bad, bad, bad. So, I dragged my ass to the kitchen and forced down water and V8 juice and toast. Also, grossed out Big C with my netti pot! That was a little fun.
So, now, it’s Super Day (what Big C called the Super Bowl when he was little) which is also usually the day we celebrate my sister and G’s birthdays and I’m still sick. Not nearly as sick as yesterday (making up for lack of fluids from yesterday, too!), but still feeling pretty pitiful. But, I’m supposed to be cooking and spending the day with my family. And I want to cook and spend the day with family.. taking care of me! Bringing me juice and crackers when I ring my bell. Yeah, I don’t think it’s going to happen, either, but a girl can dream.
So, do we have any words of wisdom for the flu in the first trimester?