Yep. That’s what I sound like. My student’s LOVE me so much that last week they decided to give me a slight cold. But let me to a week in review last week. I actually went home early one day from work because the baby and I were not getting along. I was feeling like poo. Luckily my principal is very understanding, and let me go home an hour early. I know it’s not much, but trust me it’s what I needed. I believe I slept from like 5pm to 6am the next morning.
Thursday was my friend, Shannon’s, dress rehearsal for her wedding. The practice went off without a problem. The problem then came when my clumsy ass feel down the stairs at the wedding coordinator’s house. I really should say, when I slammed my back into the stairs and slid down on my butt. Needless to say, when I woke up Friday morning I was still in pain. By the time I got to school I had started to get cramps in my side and belly. I called my OB and ended up having to get an UltraSound done to make sure the baby was okay. I was really nervous about the whole thing. I had also fallen down the stairs the weekend before but again it was more sliding. Luckily the only bright side of the situation was that I’m not at the point in my pregnancy that we can find out if it’s a boy or a girl. Everything checked out okay on the UltraSound, however the baby didn’t want us to see what it was. So we wait until my next ultrasound a week from Saturday.
I can tell however that I’m carrying Clint’s child, because I stumbled over the laundry basket Sunday and fell on my hands and knees. I have become very clumsy, which is not like me. Lord knows the baby is getting a ride with me.
So Friday I slept all night because I was achy from my cold. I can take Children’s Dimetapp. That’s about it. Plus side is that it has the same grape taste. I’ve been taking it every four hours since Friday. Clint said yesterday as he picked me up, “You’re losing your voice.” I replied with a, “No I’m not I’ve been teaching all day.” Well my the time class got out, it was really scratchy. Today, like I mentioned before I sound like a dying chipmunk. Squeaks and all.
My birthday is in two days, and for once in my life I’m not excited about it. Yeah I know another year older, but I’m passed that stage of making lists and all that jazz. Clint and Amy are mad because I haven’t told them anything that I want. However, it’s because I can’t really think of anything. I’m so preoccupied with the whole, I’ve got another person growing in me, that I can’t think about that.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy that it’s my birthday, but like i said I’m busy with so much stuff that it doesn’t seem that important. All my friends and I are going out to dinner on Saturday the 15th, and I’ve already celebrated it with my family, so that could be why Thursday doesn’t seem like a big deal.
My brain is starting to shut down on me. I’m getting sleepy. The cool breeze from my bedroom window feels nice as I’m wrapped in my warm sheets. Time to let the sand man take me to his land.
