So the cherry on top of last week’s misery cake was that John was out of town ALL WEEK. He was busy most of Saturday, left at 11 am on Sunday, and did not return until 2:30 the following Saturday. So all week, in my illness-induced haze, I had to take care of myself, Cole, the dog, and the house by myself. It fucking SUCKED.
But he’s back now, and I can’t tell you how relieved I am. Though, we still haven’t been able to sleep in the same bed together because, when I’m not coughing, I apparently make little “noises” that are terrifically irritating. I have no idea I’m doing them, even though I’m always about 30% awake at the time. Whatever- my pillows and I were not looking forward to sharing anyway, so THERE. (pout)
I go for my Midwife appointment tomorrow and I’ll, I hope anyway, get to find out if/when I’ll get another ultrasound and possibly be able to identify the sex. I did have a dream on Saturday night where I had just given birth and then John was handing a month-old, clean, and fully-dressed baby to me wrapped in a blanket. He said “He is SO beautiful” to which I responded “So, it’s a boy then?” I guess I think it’s a boy. We’ll see sooner or later- if not in 2-3 weeks, we’ll know for sure in about 23 weeks!
*The almost-constant request from Cole lately.