Saturday:

I irrigated my sinuses before taking cough medicine last night. I guess the irrigation helped but the Tussin didn’t do much for my cough. Whenever I’d lie down I’d start with a coughing fit again. I slept propped up most of the night until I said “eff it” and laid all the way down. I thought about rinsing twice today, once in the morning and once in the evening since I have, what feels like, a sinus headache coming on. Ugh. Super uncomfortable but Beau has been really active this morning and as long as he’s doing alright, I’ll be fine. 

Speaking of being fine, why can’t people be fine with parents choosing names for their own children. This has always been a weird thing for me even before I became pregnant. Suggesting people name their children after you or suggesting people name their children after someone or something that means something to you rather than them? It seems illogical when considering how much importance we, as a culture, place on names. 

I remember having these discussions during my previous pregnancies. Looking back, I shouldn’t have given it much attention. It was like I was hell-bent on proving why the names Brian and I chose were of importance. It’s as if I was seeking people’s approval and upset I wasn’t getting it. If the names we chose were meaningful to us then that’s all that should have mattered and that should have been respected. Since then, I’ve had time to learn myself better and determine what is worth stressing over and what isn’t.

Is it annoying to receive name suggestions that have more significance to the suggesters than to us? Absolutely. Is it worth stressing over? No.

Sunday:

I went to bed feeling worse than I have all week. I rinsed my sinuses again and took a Zyrtec. I’ve been out of bed for about half an hour now and I don’t have a headache…yet. Still coughing and still need pads. ugh. I’m having a hearty breakfast of leftovers. Salmon topped with shrimp with some sort of creme sauce on a bed of a brown rice/quinoa mixture and broccoli florets. It feels good on my throat. I think I should be okay to go to church today. I’m just hesitant to go when I’m coughing so much. I don’t want to be rude.

Thursday:

Today is the day of our echocardiogram and I’m not sure it’s going to happen. Parker came home with a fever of 101 last night so that disrupted our plans for this morning. The doctor’s office opened at 8:30 am but I wasn’t able to get in contact with anyone until about 9 am. I called to ask if it was okay to come despite having a sick child at home. They said yes, so then we gave my in-laws the green light to come up to our house. They were planning on taking me to my appointment so Brian could stay home with the boys, Don’t want them getting sick, but then…traffic. They arrived around 10 am and at the last minute we decided they’d stay and Brian and I would haul tail to get to the appointment. I called on our way there to let them know that we’d be about 30 minutes late to which they replied that 30 minutes was too long to hold an appointment and that I’d have to reschedule. Knowing there was the possibility of being charged for this insanely expensive appointment for being a no-show, we kept the path. That’s right. We kept going. Brian dropped me off at the front door and I ran up three flights of stairs to get here only 21 minutes late. My legs felt like jelly while I was running but now I know I need to focus on strength training to build some muscle. Yikes….I’m not out too out of shape since my recovery time was fairly quick. 

I think we’ll give it to 1pm and if they haven’t made time for us I guess we’ll leave. I haven’t eaten since about midnight so I’m starving and beginning to feel nauseous. I hope they can accommodate us before I pass out.

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