This pregnancy, as you all know well, hasn’t exactly been the most fun. I started out with nasty nausea, vomiting and headaches that lasted well into my second trimester. Then I had a few weeks of relief. I’d have an occasional headache, and I’d only throw up once a week instead of every day. Not ideal, but better in comparison.

Then, starting last weekend, I began to have this sinus-headache-like feeling. You know the type: dull, achy pain that just won’t go away no matter what you take(and of course, my medicinal arsenal is greatly diminished by my “condition”).  All weekend, it was the little headache who could.  And did.  It got worse, and worse, and worse.  I woke up in the middle of the night Monday night/Tueday morning and was in such pain I could hardly make it to the bathroom.  I tried a variety of drugs and other therapies(massage, cold compress, warm compress, pressure, etc.) all to no avail.  By the time I got to my doctor’s appointment, I was in tears.  Literally.  Now most of you know that eventhough I’m an emotional sap, I’m not really a cryer(at least in front of other people).  I could not believe that I teared up at the sight of my doctor.  I knew I felt like crap, but I also knew that I had no medical reason to feel quite so crappy.  Sure, my blood pressure was up…but it’s been up for a while now.  And, as he put it, “You look great on paper!”  But it was blatantly obvious that I wasn’t ok in real life.  He sent me to the hosptial for labwork and fluids and observation.  They tried a variety of drugs on me(one of which left me feeling completely psychotic, and I hated!) and what we figured out was that…I have a headache.  Yeah…that’s about it.  A headache.  One that’s better when I’m laying down, but rears it’s ugly head anytime I sit or stand up.  So, as of now, I’m on bed rest(again), but this time it’s not so bad.  I actually feel bad this time.  With my previous pregnancies, I felt okay…so my bed was like a prison.  This time my bed is my haven.  And all the people helping with the kids and housework?  Well, they’re saints.  Thanks to you all.

So what does this mean for you all, my adoring fans eagerly awaiting the arrival of #3A???  It means that I have promise from the docs that if this baby doesn’t give us reason to meet sooner, (s)he will be here on Dec. 22nd.  That means(hopefully) we’ll be home on Christmas Eve, and will be able to celebrate the holiday as a family of 5!  I guess I actually need to get something to put in his/her stocking, then, huh?   A can of formula maybe?