I hate being sick. I hate being pregnant and sick more then I hate being sick. Mike spent most of the last week sick with a sore throat and sinus infection and I was beginning to think it might actually pass me by but I woke up yesterday mornin feeling rotton. My pregnancy has been progressing along magically and of course the sickies need to come knocking on my door to make me feel miserable. I have achy bones and clogged sinuses with a killer sore throat and I’d like nothing more then to spend the next three days in bed with the world shut out but I know that is impossible…in fact I have to work tonight. The good thing is that I am off on Monday and Tuesday then I only have to work three days and I am on vacation. Mike is in the kitchen as I type this making me some chicken noodle soup and I’m snuggled up on the sofa relaxing before I head into work…I should have just called in sick but the truth is I only have one sick day remaining for the rest of the year.
I sure hope the chicken soup helps…at least a little bit.