I keep thinking I want to post something, but we keep being sick. Right now it's my turn: I have some sort of Stomach Bug, and it's not fun. But we've all had a Sinus Thing for a while now, and Monkey's version turned into an ear infection. At least that we can do something about, and he's on antibiotics right now. But I've also had the Sinus Thing for a while - like a month. Aggravated by periodic lack of sleep as we lay down the law: Monkey must sleep in his own bed all night long. There has been, shall we say, resistance. Poor little guy. He's such a snuggly thing, but we've got to make room in the big bed for a new baby, and he's so big for his age, there's Just.Not.Room anymore. So he's gotta sleep by himself. Yeah, there's been some lost sleep. But it's much much better now, and I thought that would be enough to get over that Sinus Thing. Not so much. Andy's got it too, but he's been so good about taking care of me anyway.
So I've had the Sinus Thing for about a month, and I decided to go in and talk to a doctor about it. Turns out my "doctor" is a nurse practitioner. Hadn't realized that. Nobody bothered to correct my misunderstanding when I called to adjust the time on my visit with "Dr. ___." I had to wait nearly a week to see her anyway. And you'll never guess what she decided is wrong with me: I'm pregnant. I guess that makes people stuffy sometimes. And while it is renowned for making people vomit, I've done that more today than I have, total, in 12 years of marriage. Andy figures by double. This is NOT just a pregnancy thing. I tried to tell her that. But we will be paying a whole LOT of money for her to remind me that I'm pregnant. As if I'd forgotten! Guess I'll be in the market for another doctor. A real doctor this time.