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I can't think.
I can't write.
I can't function.
Where is my brain?
I am sitting at the computer, desperately attempting to blog, but nothing comes to me. My mind is a wasteland of emptiness.
Yesterday, I wanted so badly to blog, but when I tried, nothing came out of my fingertips. So far this morning, I have been an extremely productive employee. I sit at my desk, thinking, "I should do something. I really should do something." But there is no energy.
Then I glance at my list of things to do today, and I think, "Hey, I could do that one." So I complete one item on my list, and then think, "I should do something. I really should do something."
Why can't I move?
Oh, and who is the genius who decided that pregnant women should not take cold medicine, I ask you? It was probably a man who never had been and never would be pregnant. He thought, "What's one more inconvenience to a body that is already putting up with backaches and headaches and nausea and sleeplessness. If she can put up with that, surely she can suffer through a little cold that only inflicts stabbing sinus pressure against the back of her face, and allows mucus to drain down the back of her throat at all hours of the day and night, thereby ensuring more nausea."
She is woman! She can do anything!
I'm done complaining now. Because really, I'm thankful to have this baby inside...even though he or she is eating all of my brain cells.
I can't write.
I can't function.
Where is my brain?
I am sitting at the computer, desperately attempting to blog, but nothing comes to me. My mind is a wasteland of emptiness.
Yesterday, I wanted so badly to blog, but when I tried, nothing came out of my fingertips. So far this morning, I have been an extremely productive employee. I sit at my desk, thinking, "I should do something. I really should do something." But there is no energy.
Then I glance at my list of things to do today, and I think, "Hey, I could do that one." So I complete one item on my list, and then think, "I should do something. I really should do something."
Why can't I move?
Oh, and who is the genius who decided that pregnant women should not take cold medicine, I ask you? It was probably a man who never had been and never would be pregnant. He thought, "What's one more inconvenience to a body that is already putting up with backaches and headaches and nausea and sleeplessness. If she can put up with that, surely she can suffer through a little cold that only inflicts stabbing sinus pressure against the back of her face, and allows mucus to drain down the back of her throat at all hours of the day and night, thereby ensuring more nausea."
She is woman! She can do anything!
I'm done complaining now. Because really, I'm thankful to have this baby inside...even though he or she is eating all of my brain cells.
I feel for you! Ian sucked out a lot of brain cells when I was pregnant with him and he never gave them back! I had to go hunt for new ones.
As for the nose, I had the same problem when I was pregnant and the only thing the doctors told me to use was of course, warm air (didn't help) and Afrin ( rejoice!). I could finally breathe. Just be careful if you use Afrin...don't use it more than 3 days in row or it can cause more problems.