Baby Car is sick. Not pregnant sick. Just sick sick.
I feel for her. She's got a nasty chest cold and pretty much anything that a normal person would take to feel better will turn our baby into a little prenatal acid head.
So she is pretty much stuck being miserable until further notice. We've got a semi-formal event to attend tomorrow night, but it looks like the stylish black maternity dress we picked out for the occasion is going to stay on its hanger – unless my early stage old guy gut prohibits be from getting into my suit, in which case I'll wear that damn thing myself.
I'll also have to find another date, which means I'll probably start a buzz around town that I walked out on my pregnant wife. Awesome.
So right now she is taking a shower and I have instructions to go check on her every ten minutes to make sure she hasn't fallen asleep in the tub or coughed up a lung or anything.
On the plus side, on Monday we get to go back to the obstemagician to find out what we're having (I hope it's a baby!). Once we have the gender figured out, we get to do cool stuff like nail down a name and pick out paint colors and stuff.
We're stoked.
4 comments:
Sorry to hear that your baby car is not feeling well! :( Hopefully she gets better soon!
Me too! She's on the mend already.
This sounds gross but it really really works: at bedtime get a jar of good old vick's vaporub and slather it on the soles of her feet then put socks on before going to sleep. Honestly, she won't cough hardly at all during the night and hopefully get a good nights sleep.
You're right. That does sound gross.
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