It takes a lot to knock me out of commission. In nearly 11 years of working, I've only missed four or five days unexpectedly because of sickness that left me truly bedridden and feeling like I just could not work.
And yet here I am, for the fourth consecutive night, watching the minutes inch by on the clock because I am up and in pain, experiencing some ugly pregnancy side effects and knowing that there's no way I can go to work in the morning. I've learned the hard way (pun intended) that pregnancy exacerbates constipation and hemorrhoids--issues for me even when not pregnant. I'll spare you the gory details, but I've been horizontal and miserable since Thursday night. I can't sit or stand, or sleep for more than an hour or two at a time. I haven't left the house in days. I don't know how I'll ever ride in a car or run again. There is no relief on the horizon yet, and after my doctor's warning yesterday that this could be a chronic problem for me for the rest of the pregnancy, I just want to cry (which I've already done plenty of this weekend).
But, even though I am in agony, Baby's still doing fine as far as I can tell, praise God. And I am constantly reminded how lucky I am to have made it this far, or even to be pregnant at all. Perhaps these sleepless nights are preparing me for motherhood. So, I'll deal with these nasty 'roids, even it if means strapping an ice pack to my bum for the next 12 weeks.