Week 31: Ugh. Sick.

30 weeks, 6 days.

Ok, so I’m not sick sick, and I’m not going to explicitly say how I’m sick, but let’s just say that the solution to my last couple of days of painful misery involves water, flat ginger ale, Gatorade, bananas, toast, applesauce, rice, and Imodium AD.

At least I no longer want to die. I was not so sure about that yesterday evening.

Today is our first childbirth class, which I figure we can’t really afford to miss (well, that may not be true, but we probably shouldn’t miss it anyway), so I’m hoping everything decides to, er, behave in the meantime.

But for those who worry, apparently me being sick is only affecting me. Small Monster woke me up this morning having a grand old time doing his best Stewart Copeland impression (I’m pretty sure it was “Synchronicity”) on my right side, so he’s not sick. And as long as he isn’t sick, I’ll live with the symptoms.

Of course, this means I miss out on Thai food today (boo!) I’m supposed to avoid dairy products for the next three days too, but I’m sorry, if they’re not letting me take my prenatals until I get better, there’s a limit to how much I’m willing to limit the rest of my diet… Small Monster has huge bones to maintain!!!