Again, to the land of the living...and god bless Sir Alexander Fleming for being a sloppy scientist. Thanks to his carelessness (and the more recent development of the corporate conglomerate pharmaceutical industry), my sinus infection is nearly gone. My teeth still ache a little, but I can breathe and chew and sleep at night. All good things. All conducive to living.
My nausea has been intermittent, not helped much by the constant postnasal drainage from said sinus infection. The cough-gag-heave has been perfected. Thank goodness it's rare. I hate to think how many calories I'm consuming via ginger ale to deal with nausea (no diet drinks for me....I don't want the bebe to get rat cancer like all those scary chain email say we'll get...science!). I'm avoiding taking Zofran unless the nausea is superbad, because it contributes to the constipation. O! the constipation. It, in turn, exacerbates the nausea. It's a tangled web we weave, oh bebe of mine. I've taken to announcing in grand fashion when I have a reasonable dump, because it's so rare and deserves fanfare. Bet you wish you lived with me. I'm a gem.
My mother-in-law will be back from her winter-in-Florida soon and it's pretty hard to hide my status anymore. I did manage to do so successfully at a birthday party over the weekend -- I was even asked if I had lost a couple of pounds which set off hysterical laughter that required no explanation as I shoveled pasta salad and hamburgers and cupcakes into my food hole. I have actually gained only a few pounds, which I expected, thanks to IVF (though falling short of its traditional 5 pounds from hyperstimulation) and the constipation (I'm also gestating a poo-baby) and, oh yeah, eating ALL THE TIME. I am so hungry, y'all. I would win the Hunger Games out of sheer determination to feed my face, no other skills required. I don't have any weird cravings, but like before everything savory is goooood. But back to my mother-in-law, we're thinking we'll tell her and the family around Mother's Day, when I'll be 12 weeks. If I can hide my chowing and discomfort and expanding waistline until then. Then the daily calls from her and KB's aunt (the mother-in-law's sister-in-law, but her busybody twin) can begin. Goody.
And now that I'm caught up with work (finally, let's hope it lasts) I have a million other chores to tend to. It's daunting. I should find most of it fun -- car shopping, shopping for new baby furniture and double-strollers, planting flowers -- but I am too tired to get excited. It just looks like more work. I'm hoping (expecting) to have a significant break in work (it may even be possible to take 1-2 weeks off with no client contact if I'm lucky) near the end of May, so most of that stuff can wait and it won't be too late. Except for the car. My lease is up May 14 and I haven't bothered to visit a dealership or test drive anything or really make any attempt to get that ball rolling. Blargh. Pregnant Jen is so lazy.