The best thing I can say about this week is that I was granted an answer on why I’d felt so tired over the weekend: I was coming down with a cold. I woke up Monday morning with a head full of stuff and a cough that, with an almost-full-sized baby in my belly, could be kindly described as “less than comfortable.”
As you can imagine, between being pregnant and having a cold, there was nothing in the way of any sort of exercise this week. No walking. No swimming. Just sitting on the couch and resting. The good news is that my doctor gave me the OK on plain Sudafed and plain Robitussin, so I was at least able to get some relief. (Sadly, NyQuil was still off limits, but something was better than nothing.)
Thanks to the rest, however, I felt like a person again for my baby shower on Sunday. While we totally failed to take any pictures, there was a good turnout and much fun was had. Plus, we got to enjoy the cutest cake ever.