Thanksgiving and the cough of 2012

The fews days prior to Thanksgiving I started coming down with a cold which I thought was going to be no big deal--take a little Sudafed/some Nyquil and I'm usually good to go. But, oh yeah, when your pregnant many of life's little luxuries are forbidden, namely Nyquil--it's really the only thing I've missed but oh how I've missed it... As we packed up the car and made our way to Indiana to visit Eric's brother Monte and his family for the holiday the cough got progressively worse and eventually ended up taking away my voice, any normal sleep, and really my Thanksgiving. Dumb cough. Not wanting to spread it around I tried to keep to myself at a fair distance but my fingers are crossed I didn't pass it along to anyone.

Thanksgiving was terrific, ignoring the germs. Hayley and Monte have settled into their new home. We got to play with their little rugrats, visit with Grandma and Grandpa Miller, and eat our way into food commas. Perfect. There was a rousing game of football where I thought Eric was going to do some permanent damage (no harm done) and lots of talk and catching up. Very lovely.

Because I was fairly out of commission for our trip, my picture selection is fairly pathetic. I stole these from Haley and Kathy's blogs...

 

The ride home proved a little long between my coughing and Eric feeling a little under the weather as well, but we made it. Just in time for me to truly succumb to whatever my body was fighting...I was on the couch for a solid week. No lie. 7 days. I've never had to cancel a day of teaching before and this week I did it every day! Plus a recital! What?!

In an effort to make sure the baby was ok I went to the doctor (a Libby-anomaly) who said to rest and drink tea/warm fluids...really? That's what I'd been doing. She also said it could last up to 10-15 days and that I should avoid talking to let the Laryngitis calm down. I was secretly hoping for a shot of something somewhere that would magically fix me. No such luck.

The update now is that I am still coughing--but really only when I laugh or sing...and sometimes talk. My voice is back-ish. But I feel awesome. Too bad I don't sound so awesome. My students and Eric have been troopers.

The real reason I'm writing this though is that when I finally extricated myself from the couch cushions and started getting ready again--like a normal human being, like with non-sweats and no ponytail, it was noted that I have started looking like I am expecting. Apparently I wasn't lying. There is a baby in there. Nice to know. For some it does take seeing to believe...