The Plague

I think I'm dying. Okay, no, not really. I thought that maybe those sneezes a few days ago were just random when disease didn't immediately knock me out the next day. But then at the gym on Wednesday evening, my lungs begged me to stop much earlier than usual. And I was SOooooo tired. Yesterday, I just had a touch of a cold. A little congestion, thats about it.
Today, The Plague.
My sinuses are, I believe, solid masses instead of cavernous structures. My eyes hurt. I had to take a contact out because it was bugging me, so now I see just fine with one eye but not good at all with the other eye, which only makes my head hurt worse. And no, putting on my glasses instead would NOT help, because the rx on them is over 5 yrs old and with the lack of peripheral vision and the change in depth perception when I wear them, THEY make my head hurt too. So I just try to keep one eye shut.
My throat is just a little sore. My lungs are threatening to get involved and I just really wish they'd stay out of it. They're delicate little structures. They get a little annoyed with life when I exercise too much, especially when its cold outside (and I'm outside...) and if I get sick. Oh yeah, and they are never thrilled with me when I'm pregnant either - even before the baby starts trying to shove them out of the way. So the facts that its gotten colder again, and that I'm sick, AND that I'm pregnant, means that my lungs aren't happy campers.

Aaric, remembering a few days ago when we discussed how Mommy being sick is bad and therefore he should not cough on me, asked me in a very concerned tone if I have a fever. That kid's gonna need therapy. I assured him that I do NOT have a fever (even if I did, I'd lie at this point) and to please not worry about Mommy; that Mommy and the baby are just fine.
In fact, there's a slight hint of a new bulge which would be the effect of a growing uterus. A few of my pants are starting to feel a bit tight. I also managed to secure my first appointment. It will be next week and will include such thrilling things as sucking a few gallons of blood from my arm and going over my general and obstetric history. I'm sure the fact that Mikayla was born at home and that yes, we planned it that way, will come up, and it might prove to be amusing. We'll see.
Now all these words are blurring together, which is my cue to shut up.