Home Again

I'm frustrated. I'm at home... still. I was supposed to take my 3 hour glucose test Monday morning, but couldn't because I was too sick to fast. However, I went in to work for most of the day on Monday- but had to leave early because I felt so crappy and couldn't stay. Nor did I want to torture my coworkers with my nasty germs and constant hacking. My boss insisted that I go to the doctor and I also felt like I should, so I left work and went there. Well, she basically told me the same thing I assumed- just a bad cold, but this cough that has been lingering for over a month was what was really exhausting me. So the doc gave me 3 prescriptions; one generic Robitussin with Codeine in it, a decongestant and then an antibiotic. Well... that night I took the Robitussin with Codeine and it did nothing but make my cough worse. So I ended up waiting until I could take something again and just took my regular Robitussin for night time and it worked MUCH better. Poor Ryan got kept up because I was coughing my head off until after 2am. I stayed home yesterday too... there's no way I would've been able to go in- I was still pretty drugged up and sleepy and stuffy and coughing by the time Ryan got up to go to work. But during the day, I felt more energetic than I have in the last 5 days and felt like I was getting better and was happy because that meant I could go into work today. Well... I took my night time cough medicine at like 8:30 last night, but it didn't actually "hit" me until 10:30 and then I felt like my head wasn't screwed on tight and so I went to sleep. Well, that "not screwed on tight" feeling has really yet to leave me today. I was up through out the night coughing again... and having weird dreams. Anyway, I woke up not in a state to stand or drive or anything and was completely frustrated because I had EVERY intention of going into work today. Now, I have only about 2 days of sick time, and it's only the second week of the year. BOO. Luckily I have plenty of vacation time.
And speaking of plenty of time... I've been watching a Baby Story the last couple days. At first, it made me emotional- now I consider it as more of a preparation of sorts. Don't get me wrong, I still cry everytime that baby comes out! And let's be honest, I am REALLY not looking forward to the giving birth part, for the exception of him coming out and seeing him for the first time and hearing his little baby Ben cry for the first time. Anyway, I'm just looking at it as a warning of what to come and expect. After all, it's easy to take care of him while he's still inside of me... but what's it going to be like when he comes out!?
I also have to say that I'm grateful for answered prayers, even very small ones. In the middle of the night in a drugged stupor which I hated, I suddenly got scared that because of how I was feeling that something wasn't right with the little one. I hadn't really felt him move a lot and I started to get worried. So I said a couple of prayers and asked that I could know that he was okay with just a little kick or movement and about 5 minutes later, he was moving around AND kicking. It was just a really good reassurance (and a small but important one) that Heavenly Father is mindful of me and my little guy. Even if I really didn't have much to worry about since he was probably just sleeping.
Oh and I've also realized that Billy Mays has WAY too many products to sell. And I don't understand why he has to YELL everything at you. Sure I like his products, but don't yell at me! FINE! I'll buy it!

Okay, well I think in my dizziness I'm going to take a nap.