No Rest for the Sick

Yesterday we had a follow-up sonogram from little Miss as they had been unable to see the details of her heart, face and diaphram the first time.  She's pretty stinking cute, even in an ultrasound.  The doctor told me everything looked perfect. Thought it's no guarantee, it felt like such a relief.

And as for the plague of which I seem to be slowly dying of?  Which has made it hard for me to get through each day and get anything done?  Too late for the flu shot, it's not that uncommon as I am immuno-compromised from being pregnant and that I can take Tylenol (which I do) Sudafed (Um, isn't there a stimulant in that????) and Robitussin (which has a depressant!).  I never take much of anything when I'm pregnant and I don't like the idea of adding those things, but I am thinking of trying the cough syrup since my cough has kept me from really sleeping in a month.  His best advice?  Try and get some rest.  Sigh,  Would love to, accept the aforementioned cough, the Abbey who likes to yell at night and the Adam, who now likes to get up through the night and turn on his light.

This is how it goes:

Adam, does something hurt?  No.

Do you feel sick?  No.

Is something bothering you?  Are you scared? No.

Do you need something?  Water.

He is rebelling, Adam style.  He wakes up, gets ideas and wants to be awake.  The third time last night, at 4:30, I took his light bulb.  He needs his sleep.  He is sleeping in now.  I'm not surprised since the first time I caught him was at 1:30.

Maybe I'll sleep again in 2031, when this last kid graduates from school.