A little too close

So, my son and I are sick right now. He's been coughing at night for over 4 weeks now and was determined to have asthma. So I've been letting him cough all over me since his doctors guaranteed there was no sign of infection.  But things can change in a day.  Now we both have a nasty, all day, break your ribs type cough. Bad time to have a baby. But Friday I started having contractions from all the coughing and they got regular enough I had to go to labor and delivery. They seemed amused that I didn't want to have the baby early, (an anomaly, I know) but told me even though the contractions were regular, they luckily weren't strong enough to be doing much. I've kept myself in bed all day and luckily they finally went irregular again. Sorry Shannon. I had wanted her to come on the 3rd too, but not at the risk of her getting really sick. I'm not supposed to take any cold medicine because of my heart, but I started having palpitations from the coughing and figured it's the lesser of 2 evils. It doesn't seem to be doing much though. So I'm drowning myself in fluids, hoping it'll help me cough up whatever's in my lungs so I'm not so terrified of going into labor. Right now I'd be happy if she waited until March, if it means I'm well enough to put my face near hers.

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