Sick and sorry for myself
I especially hate being sick right now. It's nearly 3 am, I have had about twenty minutes of sleep thus far, and don't anticipate more than a couple of hours worth tonight. Because one of the ever-so-many fun things about being heavily pregnant is that one's lungs are under a fair bit of pressure. While squished into a significantly smaller area than usual, they are required to produce enough oxygen for two people, not one.
Said lungs are now congested.
When I fall asleep, my breathing gets shallower.
Which means, given the congestion and the squishing and all, I'm not taking in enough oxygen.
So I wake up, gasping and sweating, with my heart racing.
Every few minutes.
Even when sleeping sitting up in the armchair.
I am so very, very tired. :( I want to sleep, but I can't. This has happened before, and I know there's at least a chance that I'll get a couple of hours of sleep when I get to the point of exhaustion when the gasping for breath doesn't wake me any more.
Right now, I feel breathless and shaky and anxious about the baby because this is making *me* feel absolutely miserable, and I have no idea what it might do to her. And I have to stay awake, or I will feel worse.
It stinks.