This weekend i struggled through a horrid cold/sinus infection.  On Friday it was nothing but a tickle in my throat i couldn't clear.  On saturday I announced amidst garbled sentences and mumbled phrases that i had the plague, Sunday was a bit better, Monday more of the same, so i made a doctors appointment and today i can actually breath through one of my nostrils…so i cancelled my appointment. 

I knew what would come of it anyway…"Yep, you are sick…nope there is nothing we can do for you"  I have been down this road of deathly ill before.  I hate paying people money to tell me i am sick if they can't make it go away.  Of course being pregnant complicates the whole thing…I know i am only half way through and have a long way to go…but this weekend was the first time where i was ready to be done.  I wanted to be able to take niquel, overdose on claritin, tylenol, and ibuprofen and sleep it off until i felt better.  I was only able to take a couple of Tylenol and 10 mg of sudophed every 12 hours.  childsplay for a cold like mine.  I was dying…

I instituted a self imposed exile from Jason's parents house on sunday.  The new baby was coming over and i didn't want to be responsible for getting him sick, or his parents.  So i spent the day sleeping in my parents recliner. For dinner we had steak and shrimp, which i ate, but couldn't taste, regarldess of the amount of butter, lemon, cocktail sauce and steak sauce i used. 

The baby name struggle continues.  Last night was the first night where Jason and i bordered on an argument about it.  It didn't help that we were both crabby, we were being stubborn just for the sake of it.  Of course…what comes of stubborn crabby people?  The conversation ended in one big exhasperated "I don't care what we name him, you just pick a name" "No, YOU pick a name" and the cycle of stubborness continues…(as if we don't have 19 more weeks to arm wrestle and flip coins and play poker and rock paper scissors)