27 Weeks = Stack of Cold Remedies

Today, I'm 27 weeks and 5 days pregnant, and our baby is approximately 14 1/2" long from head to toe—which is about as high as a stack of salt, Robitussin, and a bottle of lemon juice.

This'll have to do this week.

Apparently, when you're pregnant, your immune system is so weak (so your body doesn't fight off your baby, which is obviously a good thing!) that even the common cold can knock you on your ass. I've been surrounded by cold remedies for 8 days now, fighting the upper respiratory infection from hell. Until last night, I was so sick that I couldn't even putz around the house. (I almost cancelled Thrifty Thursday!) I just lay on the couch and groaned (and even cried like a baby). I couldn't sleep because my throat was so sore. I couldn't get better because I couldn't sleep.

I even went to the doctor three days ago, which is saying a lot; never in my life have I gone to the doctor for anything cold/flu related. Not once. Until now. The doctor told me to just keep taking OB-approved, over-the-counter drugs—then sent me on my way. I was so pissed that I got out of bed for that. At least I didn't bother putting on a bra.

Anyway, I'm finally starting to feel human again. Supposedly, Guido is soaking up my antibodies like crazy right now, and I pray to God I have enough to go around. Take all you need, kid—I'll make do. I should mention that some of his kicks aren't so adorable anymore, so I'm taking that as a sign that he's doing just fine in there.

If I've had any pregnancy symptoms lately, they've been eclipsed by my SARS. As delirious as I was, though, I definitely celebrated (in my head, from the couch) entering my third trimester. We're in the home stretch now! Amazing.