Sick + Pregnant = fail

Pregnancy is no walk in the park. It has its wonderful moments but all in all its tough on your body. I have done pretty well so far. No major issues. I try to keep the whining to a minimum. However, being sick whilst pregnant sucks. No silver lining. It just plain sucks.
Take for example my current situation. I have a cold. Nothing too major, just enough of a cold to make me miserable. Has been trying to rear its ugly head for the past week or so I think but I have been resting and staying hydrated to combat it. Well, preventative measures be damned that cold was gonna come. Its here and I hate it.
My kind, sweet Bill went out and bought me Sudafed because its like one of 3 drugs I can take without harming Sophia. So I take it and then realize its Sudafed PE. So what? So PE is apparently not approved for baby. So now I am wondering if I have done any damage with my one dose (all research says no). So Bill goes out again for plain old Sudafed and we find out that you can't buy it OTC. Why? GD meth heads. So I suffered through last night only to wake up feeling worse this morning, only having to wait until 9 to go buy my perfectly legal drugs from the pharmacist. This Sudafed better be the best drug ever.
End rant.

Fall down, go boom.

I am not a naturally clumsy person. I would not consider myself graceful but I typically have an appropriate amount of control over my limbs. Just another thing I no longer enjoy. Today I took Stella on a walk. I thought "Hey I am being a good pregnant person. Getting some fresh air, getting some exercise. Go me!' It was a wonderful idea in theory. Unfortunately it ended with me, at the top of my basement stairs crying.
How does this happen? I fell.
Not a serious fall. Just enough to scrape my knee and bruise my hand. Belly/Sophia were safe. I shielded them by falling on said hand and knee. I then walked home, pity crying half way. Then I got over it and was just pissed. Got all the way home, calmly called out to Bill to tell him what happened and immediately started crying again. Gotta love the hormones. Spent the next half hour on the couch with ice packs, sniffling away my dignity. But thats what happens when you fall down, go boom.

Insomniaaaaaaah

Not being able to sleep at night seems like nothing but a cruel joke when you are pregnant. You are exhausted all day long and then when its finally "time" to be asleep everything keeps you awake: congestion, discomfort, baby kicking, headache, muscle pain, snoring, you name it. I am currently awake at 2:07 a.m. after only 1 hour and 20 minutes of sleep. I have to get up for work in 4 hours. Tonight I could not fall asleep because I was sneezing and blowing my nose until 11:45 at night. Really? Then was woken up as a result of my own snoring. Now I am wide awake and ready to go. Baby is too because she is kicking away. So how come when I finally fall asleep tonight and wake up in the morning I will be exhausted all over again when I am wide awake now? My students are just going to have to start coming to school at 2 am.

Slowing My Roll

I have a T shirt that has a limo on it and it says "this is how I roll". These days I need a new maternity shirt that shows a turtle and says the same thing. The 7th month hit and its like I am moving in slow motion at all times. I walk at one speed only....waddle. Getting dressed is a slow process as well. I have become very good at lasso-ing article of clothing around my feet to get them on, but its time consuming. Getting in and out of bed, chair, couches, etc takes a great deal of effort and also not done quickly. Completing regular tasks  have become lengthy trials of patience and sheer mental acuity. Sadly at this point I have little of either. I have never been a person with a great deal of patience, but usually my mind was sharp enough to get me through things quickly...no more. Forming sentences and doing basic 4th grade math proves difficult these days making simple chores impossible.  I still have 3 months left....how am I possibly going to  be a productive human being ?

The Waddle

Apparently I waddle. I know this because all the sweet non-pregnant women that I work with have been telling me....at least one each day this week. They think this is cute, they think "Aw the pregnant girl is waddling, how sweet". I think great I look like a duck or a penguin or worse a moose that waddles.
I know the physicality of why I am waddling. My doctor even reassured me that this is normal. But for me the appearance of the waddle is no good. It just makes me feel huge and ridiculous. Why can I no longer walk like a normal human being? I get up and go to work and cook dinner (sometimes) and do everything else that a normal person does. Why is it necessary for my walk to evolve into a waddle. I am sorry, it is not cute. It is not sweet. It is a waddle.