Gotcha Dad heehee:) you know you can't resist!
Anyway...Ricky and I woke up Monday with sore throats, sinus migraines and the feeling like we got hit with a brick which usually means allergies gone wrong, WAY wrong! Ricky was running a fever and thankfully I was not...which I was praying non-stop to keep away as there is very little I can take medicinally while pregnant.
Neither of us moved from our horizontal positions until 1pm when the baby finally decided that it needed something to eat...I made it to get a snack and then fell back to sleep until 4pm... At this point we decided we needed to get some kind of real sustenance and raided the refrigerator for leftovers.
As you can tell the 2 most productive things we did all day were eat a real meal and watch a couple episodes of Chuck… We were back in bed by 11pm having done no dishes, no laundry, no housework…the house looked like who did it and ran…and both of us were still feeling punky!
Ricky was still running a fever and was freezing. I seemed to be trying to compete with him in the opposite direction! I was SWELTERING! Come night time, after about an hour in bed I was down to my skivvies with no covers the fan blowing and I still couldn’t get cool. Ricky on the other hand was a furnace! But he was freezing of course since he had a fever. He kept trying to get close to me since I felt warm…the most I could stand was to put my feet on him and even that got to be too hot!
Ricky continued to freeze (my fan was not helping of course) so he got up and put more clothes on, then got up to get another blanket…mind you the time is getting later and later…I HAVE to go to work in the morning, sick or not, because I have a training that I’m required to attend the next 4 days… Being a light sleeper, every time he moves around it keeps waking me up (or gets too close to me in his sleep and I start dreaming that I’m sun burning on the beach in July!)
Finally Ricky decides he’s gonna make some tea to try to get warm and goes to the kitchen. I roll over and doze off thinking, “If I get into a deep enough sleep before he gets back…” You get the idea… the next thing I know, I hear “sip, sip, sip, clink, clink, sip, sip” and I’m like what the hell is that?! After about 3 seconds it registered exactly where the offending noise was coming from! All I can think is “You have got to be kidding me…?! It’s 4 AM!” It continued, “sip, sip, clink, clank, clink, clink…”
I had had enough…there were 2 choices that immediately surfaced in my mind.
1. Smother him with the pillow
2. Beat him senseless with whatever was closest
Where it took me another 40 mins to fall back to sleep because I had to cool down the nuclear reactor…
(In his defense if I had asked him to go back to the kitchen, he would’ve. BUT I had enough for one night and figured it was easier to move me then try to deal with any more…)
BAHAHAHHAHAHHA <3
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