Word of the Day: corvée I've had an eventful, if sort of crappy, week. It started off when Patrick got sick last Tuesday, I believe. He went to bed with a fever and woke up a few times during the night hot and crying. I decided to sleep in his bed with him to comfort him if he needed me, and I will never do that again. He can sleep with us in our bed, but I can't sleep well in his bed. Patrick didn't act like he was sick in the morning or like he had a restless night [which he did], but I felt like crap. His fever had broken later that day, but that's when the diarrhea started, and it hasn't really stopped since then. So he's been sick all week, and I've been having to clean up poo from the floor when he doesn't make it. This Sunday, we decided to drive around Edna, our old stomping grounds, and see how much it's changed. While we were driving, my stomach started sloshing around, and I wasn't hungry at all. Even the sight of a Taco Bell [in Edna?!] didn't even excite me like it normally does. Instead, it was sort of nauseating. So I knew I had caught whatever Patrick had, presumably some sort of stomach bug. We came back home, Patrick and JD ate lunch, and I took a nap on the couch. After I had slept enough, I got up, ate Patrick's leftovers from lunch, and relocated to the chair, thinking that would help me stay awake. It didn't, and I slept some more. I felt weak when I got up to get ready for Mass, and I had to sit down while I was brushing my teeth. After some gentle convicing from JD, I decided that I was probably too sick to go to church. After that, I laid on the couch with two blankets on top of me, shivering, sleeping off and on the rest of the evening. JD felt me and said my face didn't feel hot like I had a fever, but there was definitely something wrong with me. I slept really badly that night, even after I had moved to the bedroom, and my own diarrhea started the next day. All day long on Monday, I was trying to decide if I was well enough to make it through work. I was scheduled to be in the office, so I thought that I could do a few things and leave a little early. I still felt weak because I hadn't eaten much and I was still sick, but if I was able to sit down and drink my water, I figured I'd be all right. When I got to work, however, it was a flipping disaster area. Our property system, the system that keeps everything for us as far as clean, dirty, or occupied rooms, reservations, check ins and outs, etc., had crashed Sunday morning. I don't know how it happened, but I read the report our tech guy wrote out and our system hadn't been backed up since February, and when it was, it was backed up to an off-property server, probably a Holiday Inn server. He reccomended for us to call them to see if they could send us the back up to start up our system again, and to buy more RAM for our own server. Needless to say, we didn't have our computers, and that evening was a disaster. I was at the desk helping figure things out from the time I got there until nine-thirty. I nearly fainted twice because I was left by myself at the desk [and the air conditioner still hasn't been fixed] with people trying to check in, the phone ringing constantly, and me not knowing what the hell was going on. If I were at full health, I'm sure I would have enjoyed the challenge of operating the desk manually. As it was, I felt like I was going to die, and I seriously considered just leaving before I did. I didn't, thought, leave or die, but I did have to stay later than I should have to do something for the GM. It was just awful. Thankfully, I had yesterday off so that I could rest, but I'm really dreading going back to work today. I feel much better and I was actually hungry yesterday so I've been eating, but if the system's not fixed or if there's no hope in sight, I'm going to be pissed. Like I said, yesterday I had the day off, but there really wasn't time for me to rest. I had a prenatal appointment in the morning. The nurse practitioner tried to find the baby's heartbeat and Patrick got to hold the speaker so that he'd have something to do. She couldn't find it, though, and so she ordered an ultrasound to make sure everything was all right. I was super freaked out for about five minutes, but I calmed myself down before Patrick and I met JD for lunch. Also at the appointment, I discovered that I had lost five pounds. I was like, 'Holy crap, I lost five pounds in two days?!' It's a good thing I felt much better and was able to eat yesterday. So we all ate together and I went to the hospital to have another ultrasound by myself [no kids allowed in the testing room, which is so very not fair]. They got me in pretty quickly, and there was nothing wrong with the baby. The nurse practitioner couldn't find the heartbeat either because it's still too early, or I'm too fat. Whichever one, the ultrasound showed the little heart going at it, and I also got the see the brain, arms, legs, spine, some of my own internal organs, and I got a picture of the baby's face [which looks like an alien so it's kind of creepy] and a full body shot. I'm having issues with so many ultrasounds, but having those pictures is so awesome. Another issue I'm having is with JD. A few weeks ago, my brand new cell phone just stopped working altogether. I gave JD permission to buy himself a new phone, whichever one he was lusting after, and I would commandeer his old phone for myself. I figured it'd be his birthday present from me, even if I didn't buy it myself. So, he bought himself an iPhone. I don't know why, but I really don't like anything with a little i in front of it, and generally I don't like phones that do fifty trillion things. Instead of thinking it's cool, I think it's lazy. Any road, that's not my beef. JD loves his phone, but it was a bit more expensive than my permission comfortably allowed. I let it pass, though, because it was for his birthday and I'm reluctantly all right with splurges every once in a while. Around the same time, JD started looking at road bicycles because he wanted to start exercising. He wound up going to a local bike shop and finally buying a bicycle. I can't remember how much it really was, but I remember him saying he didn't want to spend more than two hundred dollars on the bike. Now, I really don't remember if I had given my express permission for him to buy the bike, but I do remember telling him that I'm all for him getting some exercise if he feels like he should. I thought he was going to save money until he had enough for the bike and then buy it, but then all of a sudden there was a bike in the back of his truck. All I could do was roll my eyes. I just wanted to tell him, 'We're having a baby by the time the year is up, and you're spending all this money while I'm trying to keep money in my bank account and also trying to save money for rent while I'm on maternity leave?' I wanted to bonk him on the head like in the V8 commercials. Honestly, I wanted to punch his happy face. I don't know if he thought about being selfish while deciding to buy the bike or if it was an afterthought, but he did apologize for it. It still makes me angry, though, because he's had the bike for around two weeks now, I think, and he's only ridden three times. He wants me to wake him up at six in the mornings so that he can get up and ride before work, but he doesn't get up and go and I can't go back to sleep. I'm only my son's mother, so I'm not going to keep on JD or make him get up and do anything. I'm just upset that he's waking me up needlessly earlier than normal. I love my precious sleep. Perhaps I'm overreacting, but since I'm pregnant, I don't know what's really going on or what's hormones. I just react how I react. Which sucks because, as JD likes to mention, sometimes it doesn't make any sense at all, but I figure it's better to just let it happen than try to stifle anything.