1. I am so blessed to be pregnant.

2. I have been fortunate to have a relatively easy pregnancy with little in terms of health concerns to worry about, and clockwork visits that yielded nothing but yet another visit the following month.

3. I am slowly getting ready and want to clean and organize everything in sight, or just throw it all out so there’s nothing in the house for me to trip over.

4. I love nothing more than to be in bed with sixteen pillows, a back supporting pillow, my laptop, six books, and the tv clicker.

5. I am trying to savor the good moments of this pregnancy as it winds down to an end, reminding myself that I will not be pregnant forever. 

It’s Labor Day - so if you’re in the US, enjoy your day off. It’s not “Labor” day for me - at least, not so far. Still here, still round, still slow moving and still pregnant. But we’ve labored nonetheless: Freebird is sick. Hubby did us in when he said on Friday night (or maybe Thursday), “He hasn’t been really sick in a long time!”

Cue the 103F fever! Add some mysterious symptoms! And hellooooo cranky toddler. His fever bounces up and down between 103 and 100, and he won’t eat. He screams when he coughs, which makes me suspect a very sore throat. He has pimply sores on his arms and face, which makes me suspect hand/foot/mouth virus, aka coxsackie virus, aka Cocksucking Virus, but he also doesn’t like to lie down and puts his fingers in his ears, which makes Hubby suspect a Beer Reflection (aka “ear infection").

We’re like Red Sox/Yankees fans with our arguing over what ailment afflicts the Bird. And OF COURSE it’s a holiday weekend AND our pediatrician is out of town, so we muddle through with Motrin and resting and OMG the Blue’s Clues and… I admit… the Barney.

The sad part is, part of me kind of is relieved that at last there is something I can do with Freebird: I can sit and cuddle with him and watch tv and talk about it with him. I can’t normally keep up or chase him around. But when he’s lethargic and feverish and wants to be held and watch tv, I am on the job. I hate that he’s sick but at least I am somewhat useful.

I’d rather be useless though - Freebird sick is the pits. And we still haven’t figured out or agreed on what’s wrong with him, so we’re just stuttering our way through the weekend, announcing intentions to get something done and getting absolutely nothing accomplished. Plus, given the hollering and crying all night, we’re tired. Like damn we’re tired.

I might have to labor through taking a nap.