This Is Gross, and TMI.

I think (hope) I hit a low point in the pregnancy this weekend. Meaning... if anything more embarrassing happens I don't know how I'm going to handle it. I felt like I had a tickle in my throat on Friday so I was coughing all day. When I got home Friday night I felt like maybe my throat hurt a little bit. I went to sleep and in the middle of the night it was very clear that I was sick. I woke up Saturday and went right to Urgent Care where they diagnosed me with an upper respiratory infection. I got antibiotics and rested all day. Although I threw up twice - including throwing up my medicine. Generally, if I swallow enough phlegm when I'm sick, I get queasy, but I've never thrown up for it. I guess since I'm already weak in the stomach from being pregnant it just made it worse. So Andy waited on me hand and foot all day. He was so sweet. I went to sleep and didn't really feel better Sunday. I intended to spend the day in bed so I laid there and watched tv with my tissues and water and my inhaler and everything. At one point I felt like my stomach was a bit off so I asked Andy to bring me a coke. He did, and I took a sip... and proceeded to throw up. Repeatedly. All over my bed and all over me. All over my pillows, blankets... a towel Andy got me to clean up with because I was still throwing up by the time he got back. So he helps me get to the shower where I strip off my vomit-covered clothes. I'm waiting for the water to get warm and I start coughing. At which point pee starts trickling down my leg 'cause little one is pressing on my bladder. So I'm standing there, vomit-covered, peeing myself with my husband standing there. I get in the shower and he proceeds to clean up the entire mess. He starts stripping the bed and pillows and getting everything in the wash and I'm sobbing in the shower apologizing.

So, not only does Andy clean up all of the mess, but he tells me not to apologize, and he's only mad because I wouldn't take a trash can earlier to throw up in. I told him I was embarrassed and he said "what? I didn't see anything". He's so freaking sweet. And since I was so sick he kept up with the laundry all day, waited on me - constantly getting me everything I needed, making me food... and he made the bed so I could sleep upstairs again!

So I'm really hoping I don't end up with a similar story later on. My mom friends all seem to have similar stories - "I peed myself and pooped on the delivery table". But... I suppose at least if I do, I know Andy will be a sweetheart about it.

I'm out of work today, which means I only have 1 day left to be able to take off work and keep my maternity plans the way I have them. Otherwise I have to look at taking less than 12 weeks, or using more leave without pay which I really don't want to do. So hopefully I can not get sick before March!

It's going to be a short week since I'd already planned to have Friday off for a wedding. Still, I'd rather be at work. I want to spend as much time with my baby as I can when it comes. I can't believe it's almost October.

The good news is I am starting to feel better. My cough is a bit worse today but I think a lot of the junk is actually coming out. I can breathe a little through my nose, too, and that's good. I don't know what I would've done without hubby this weekend, though. And now I have a trash can next to me.