Sicky invalid

The inevitable happened, I caught a virus. Preggo women have supressed immune systems, something about keeping the body from refusing the baby. Yay. I got my flu shot this year just in case and managed to make it through the holiday season without getting getting diseased. A testament to my less than friendly personality. It has it's upsides, much to my hubby's denial.

The bad news, I have a cold. The good news, it's not a real bad one. I'm used to ones that make you wear all of the skin off your nose with tissues and every time you lie down you nasal passages drain. You know what I'm talking about right? This one is not so bad. I'm having a hard time with lung capacity. It was already bad since baby is already 18 weeks along and for reasons I won't bore/gore you with my uterus is much farther up in my abdomen then it's supposed to be. I was already having trouble climbing stairs, the cold hasn't helped any. I'm not terribly congested but every time I try and do something, you know, like go potty, I'm practically panting by the time I get there. I keep thinking I've rested enough and try to go do something like make a short Costco run. I can do it. But that's about it for the entire rest of the day. Ah, the superwoman syndrome.

The hubby has been suffering worse than me. He isn't sick but he is off today for the holiday so he got to take care of all the little things that I normally do. Poor man. I passed off the morning school kid drop off to him this morning. Normally the kids would have the day off too but they had a snow day a few weeks ago (totally unheard of out here but hella fun none the less) and they used this holiday as a make up day. Of course the snow day was supposed to be a half day. The make up day? Full day. The hubby doesn't mind taking her to school on the days he has off but I, of course, do things in the morning that he probably is not used to doing. I have this check list of stuff to make sure get done before the kid is dropped off and really, I don't even notice it. The poor hubby, his check list isn't quite so long. So I woke (barely) enough to remind him this morning what needed to be addressed. He got half of it done. Poor man. I was less than gentle with him once I got up and realized he dropped the ball. He had already taken care of my invalid ass all weekend, I think this morning was the last straw. He had already made my breakfast and was in the middle of folding laundry (the laundry he did the day before) and pretty much had had it with me. I don't blame him, my morning self is even worse than my normal bad attitude self. Add to that my illness and I was super fun to deal with. I left to go to work right after and gave the hubby a chance to settle down. I lasted about 30 minutes at work before having to come home. Like I said, super woman I am not. We went to lunch and it was all good. The hubby? He's closer to superman than I am the female version. He was back at the cleaning thing before I even made it home from work.

So here I am, whining on the web about having a cold. While the hubby is hard at work keeping me fully stocked with Airborne and the household running. On his days off. Poor man....