Oh Where, Oh Where Has My Immune System Gone?

First, I got a cold. Not too bad... except that it took me a week and a half to get over it! Then, I got an ear infection, which I have never experienced before (except when I was a baby, which I do not count because I have no memory of it) and, boy, did that hurt! And NOW, I have these teeny tiny white bumps on my hands/fingers that itch like crazy!! This last one the doctor says is caused by stress and all three of them are due to a compromised immune system.

Yes, compromised. Suppressed. Weak. Because I'm pregnant. Because my body is changing to accommodate the baby. And, besides getting fat and cranky, apparently this means that my immune system is not up to par (so it does not reject this foreign object). Who knew? Not me, because nothing like this happened last time. Ugh. I've never had so many things go wrong with my body in the span of one month. Props to those who deal with this, and worse, all the time, because I would not be able to handle that.

On to a lighter subject, I am so glad my husband is on board with me not carrying Tycho for the remainder of this pregnancy. Sure, I'll still pick him up once in awhile as needed, but I'm not gonna carry him around the store if he doesn't want to walk, or give him a piggy-back ride around the neighborhood, you get the picture. These things are now reserved for Daddy. Technically, I'm not supposed to be lifting more than 15 pounds, and Tycho is almost 30 pounds, so there you have it.

This brings up an interesting topic, though. Here's the thing: Obviously, I want to be a good mom to Tycho. This means I probably shouldn't lounge around all day in my sweat pants while Tycho watches one barney video after another (although sometimes I feel like doing just that). BUT, I also want to be a good mom to my unborn little girl, so I can't overexert myself, which is exactly why I can't give Tycho piggy-back rides around the neighborhood. I have a feeling this is just the beginning of a million different situations in which the needs of little Mara (just seein how the name reads on paper) will clash with Tycho's needs.



And this, I address to my blog: Please bare with me through this job, because I spend all my free time on the computer doing at-home work, which I'm very thankful for, BUT it kinda makes me sick of typing and the computer in general, so there is little to no motivation to update you. Sorry, Charlie.