And now to contrast all the happy stuff… I am feeling really freakin’ irritated right now. You see, yesterday when I called Den from work to moan that I felt cruddy he made me call the Midwife office to ask if there’s anything I can take for this damn congestion. So I did. And they said, Sudafed! I was surprized by that, I really thought they were going to tell me I was SOL and would just have to suffer through.

The problem is that it made me think I would feel better. I’m not really a huge fan of medications on the whole, but when you have to still work and clean the house you tend to really like to sleep sometimes in between days. So yes, when I’m sick sometimes I can be coaxed into taking something. (Yes coaxed… hubby generally has to convince me to. Even that time I had the flu really bad, he was really forcing me to take some gross nasty stuff, because I wouldn’t on my own.)

So I got home and took some Sudafed. In the middle of the night I took another. This morning another. And you know what? I still feel just as crappy. I don’t notice any difference at all. WTF? I realize it’s not going to miraculously “cure” me, but I thought I would see some kind of improvement. Drinking a hot chocolate helped far more than this so-called decongestant. (This is not the first time that a drug failed to do anything to me. I remember taking some medication, it was supposed to make me drowsy, it apparently knocks Den righ tout. Yeah. It didn’t do a thing.)

One nostril is totally stuffed, and the other is irritated and bleeding a little bit. It’s lovely. I mean, I’m thankful that both aren’t totally stuffed, but I would love to lay on my left side without suffocating. I don’t like sleeping on my right side nearly as much.

So yeah. I’m not horribly sick, it’s not like I’m dying or anything. I’m not in pain (well, my nose is raw, but it’s nothing bad), I’m just tired and irritated. I hope my body kicks this out quickly or I’m going to be one crabby pregnant woman.

(Tell that to the cats. They’ve decided I’m already a crabby pregnant woman. They were SULKING at me because I kept tossing them off the kitchen counter. I am threatening to buy scat mats if they don’t stay the eff off my counter. Apparently me grousing and tossing them off 12 times in 5 minutes is not getting through their stubborn little cat heads of theirs. I have enough fur in my food as it is, without having a cat walking over my dish five times! Damn!)