I guess this week my body doesn't know that i should start to feel better.
I think I've dozed off at my desk every day this week for multiple hours, and I could easily slip away at any moment.
I suggested ordering out last night, and i picked it up on the way home. Was something I hadn't had in a long time and sounds amazing. (Broccoli Cheddar Chicken) Got home and barely touched the sides (veggies). I stuck my fork into the main course and licked it off, and that was the end of eating that. Ended up putting it in the fridge.
The fridge is getting full of all the things I wanted but cant manage to eat.
Today started weird. I coughed all morning (thinking that my thoughts about getting a cold were actually coming around) but my reflux attacked me instead. I sort of was running late (i'm supposed to leave my house before 6:20, and left at 35) But I also ran back inside for pop tarts, stopped by McDonald's for a sausage biscuit and sprite.
Managed the sausage biscuit and slowly sipping the sprite.
Now ... thinking about food is making me ill. I'm managing some Ritz crackers, but still don't want them.
Hubby is being a trouper. He's trying real hard to give me space but still wants a hug here and there. I try to have him hug me sideways, so i can breathe and he doesn't touch my stomach.
He's also being super sweet giving the baby hugs (he hugs me around my hips) And kisses my tummy and tells baby to be "good for mommy"
I get so teary when he does that. He's going to be such a good dad