Warning: I Am Going to Complain Again
I have a raging yeast infection. My bajingo felt like it was on fire until the Monistat cream had a chance to work its magic. I think that everything down there is a little swollen and tender anyway (I don’t remember this before, but I chalk any and all new physical weirdness up to pregnancy) so adding the yeast infection to that was awful.
I also projectile vomited again today, this time while changing S’s stinky diaper. The poor kid. He is so used to me puking that he doesn’t even seem to notice, and usually just plays with the scale in the bathroom while I do my business. This morning, I finally managed to haul out his little potty training chair to ralph into while making sure he wasn’t going to roll off the changing table. Have I mentioned that I am done after this pregnancy?
Today I bought she-beastie a dress. I am trying to make her feel more real. She is, like S was, super-active in utero but I still have a mental disconnect from the reality that there is an actual baby in there. We also need to get working on the nursery, which I suppose will help as well.
I laid down at 6PM while Mr. MC was putting S to bed and woke up at 10:30PM. I am now just waiting for the Benedryl, my evening antiemetic of choice, to kick in so I can stop the nausea/retching. Welcome to my Friday night!
Additional Saturday bitching: sciatica started today down my left butt cheek and leg.
I haven’t posted a picture of S in a while, so here you go: