I’ve got a beast of a cold. I thought it was getting better, but my annoying head cold that consisted of a stuffy/runny nose and watery eyes has now added a raspy cough to the mix. Yay me. Miles has the same cold, but his progressed much faster than mine. He went straight to the cough as soon as the stuffiness and runny nose came to town.
I’ve added a lot more vitamin C to our diets and been trying to limit our milk intake to try to cut down on the yucky gunk that has been taking over our bodies. Kofi has remained immune luckily. Everyone at his work is sick too. He says it sounds like a hospital in there. He’s hardly ever sick and when he is it only lasts a day or two. LUCKY!
So today I made some chicken broth from some bones that I had in the freezer and a pitcher of fresh lemonade. I figured some soup and some nice tasting liquids could only help matters. I tried to coax Miles out for a walk since it was going to be a warmer day today, but he really insisted that he wasn’t up to it. Poor guy. Tomorrow is suppose to be cold again, so probably no outing then either. All I can do is open a window now and then to try to get some fresh air into the joint and hope it clears out some of the germs. It doesn’t help that he keeps putting EVERYTHING in his mouth. If he didn’t already have all of his teeth I’d say he was teething. But he just keeps shoving toys in there and then I get to disinfect them all when he’s done with them. Again, yay me!
The pregnancy is going very well so far, a small bout of sciatica and a couple colds aside. Since this will most likely be my last, I’m trying my best to enjoy all of the ups and downs that come with being “with child”. I’ve only got two months and change to go. It’s hard to believe. It seems like I just took the pregnancy test not so long ago. Still no name picked out, but his room is starting to look like a babies room instead of the office/guest room that it has been since we moved in. Crib and changing table in place. Across from them, a dresser purchased from antique store. Glider, ready to glide. Pretty soon there is going to be another little person in the house.
It’s strange but I’m having a hard time remembering what it was like having a newborn to care for. I’m sure that it’ll all come back to me, but right now it’s a little scary to think about. Thank goodness Miles is able to do a lot of things for himself now. I can’t imagine what it would be like to have twins and trying to keep two babies fed, cleaned and sleeping at the same time. I know that I could handle it if I had to, but I’m glad that I don’t.
Before Miles was born, I had crocheted him a receiving blanket and hat. I had wanted to do the same for this baby, but I just haven’t been motivated enough to make it happen. I still have a couple of months to try to get it done. We’ll see. He may end up in all hand me downs and nothing new that’s just for him. I was the seventh child in my family, so I’m sure that I didn’t have any new things for a long time either. As a result, I started working when I was 14 so that I could buy the things that I wanted so I wouldn’t have to ask my parents for a lot. I learned financial responsibility from a young age because of it. Does that mean that hand me downs create kids/people better able handle their money? Maybe, but it probably means that I’m tired and sick and need to stop writing now.
That’s all from Sicky Magee.