It had the potential to be a great weekend. I was supposed to have a bachelorette party on Saturday - and honestly I didn't really want to go... But I usually start things out like that. I'll admit I'm pretty much a homebody and most of the time I would prefer to stay home. I do get in moods where I like to be out, but for the most part... Well, I guess I'm just lazy. However, I'll also admit that I know me, and I know once I am out I end up having a good time - which is why I force myself to go. I knew it would happen like that at the bachelorette party. I didn't WANT to go, but I know once there, I would have had a decent time. I wasn't going for the full night - just what I called the "tame" version - dinner and pre-gaming (for the non-pregnant girls) before they headed out.
Well... It didn't happen. I mentioned before that Cayden's been super clingy lately... He's also been going through these... Well, symptoms of sickness. He'll only get one symptom at a time - for example a few days after I had my stomach thing when we went to the fair, his stomach was upset. Then that was done, but suddenly he got a runny nose. I figured it was teething or something, he seemed to feel alright...
Until this weekend. Friday night he woke up in the middle of the night. I went to go give him milk - he didn't want it. I picked him up to hold him, sometimes even know he wakes up and wants to be held. Poor guy was BURNING up. I gave him some medicine and moved him into bed with us. He woke up Saturday fine - all smiles. I chalked it up to some weird kid thing. I ended up sleeping in while Jeremy got up with him, I didn't sleep well the night before. When I came downstairs I noticed again, he was hot. More medicine, and a call into my bride to tell her I may not make it to the party because he was again, being uber clingy and at this point not feeling well. Well, as soon as the medicine kicked in - again, he was fine. No fever, running around.
I thought I was going to be able to go to the party. My Mom came over for a bit and we went out shopping and she bought us a new thermometer (I used to take his rectally, but now that he's such a big squirmy boy, I don't think I could do it anymore without hurting him. He won't keep it in his mouth or under his arm either, so she got one of those fancy head ones.) We get home, he starts acting cranky again. Take his temperature - it's back up to 103.something
I wasn't worried - he's not really eating much but he's drinking a lot - maybe even more than normal. And he really had no other symptoms. But he was again, super clingy and screamed when I even left the room - no party for me.
So I had a sick kid all weekend. Well, not really all weekend, because again, it was this weird medicine would kick in - healthy baby - medicine wears off - fever back type deal. However, tonight he DID pull on his ear, so we'll be watching that and if it happens again, off we'll head to make sure it's not an ear infection. Fun stuff.
I also think I'm headed for a fight with my best friend, which I have neither the energy nor desire to do... I just feel like I'm ALWAYS on the back burner. Granted - she has a lot going on, but I feel like everyone else always comes first and then me. It's a long story, but basically I've been trying to call her all week - and have heard nothing. She's gotten on facebook and hasn't responded to my comments, she hasn't texted me, nada. It was kind of insulting, actually. I mean I get people get busy, but if you have time to update your status, you have time to shoot me a "hey - saw you called, I'm swamped and will hit you up soon." comment, right?
Well, of course it can't be that - she finally messages me today and it's all about how she's busy with this and her brother has drama, and her other friend has drama, and her mom has drama... And it's just like... It happens, I get that, but it's just really an every day thing with her. Something is ALWAYS going on. And it's to the point now where it's just like... Well, what if I needed you?
It's just a mess, because I don't want to dump something else on her when she's got other crap going on and I really don't want a fight. But it's not like this is the first, second, or third time this has happened. If I call her, something is ALWAYS going on that's drama filled. And if she calls me... Well it's months before I hear from her.
Ugh, I'm just hoping that this Friday the 13th weekend is over, and it'll be an awesome week. I mean it has to be, right? We're a little over a week away from my next ultrasound, so that's GOT to be a good sign, eh?
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