The Circle

I threw up constantly for 14 weeks. I thought I was over that whole aspect of pregnancy. Then, the Queen got sick. She has some kind of cold. I developed the same thing, except that I began throwing up.
We make quite a pair, the Queen and I. She is sniffling but in high spirits. She, like most babies, hates to have her nose wiped because she enjoys having snot run down her face. Yet, she will smile and giggle her little heart out over the smallest pleasures in life. I love to watch her play.
I, on the other hand, feel like an anvil has hit my head. I feel so much pressure from the congestion that I can barely stand up. On top of that, I can't seem to keep much down.
Luckily, we both got sick around the same time. So, when she starts to get better that means I should start getting better. I think.
Sickness is no fun. Especially when a mother and her baby are sick at the same time. Sleep has basically deserted me because of pregnancy, but I can hardly nap now because of the Queen's stuffiness. She is in so much pain, and I completely understand. I know I should be like her--with a smile on my face--but I feel drained. B. finished his internship but decided to finish up his externship as a phlebotomist this week. I guess this is one of those times when I would like to not be sick and alone. I would like someone to take care of the Queen and let me sleep the rest of the day.
So goes the circle. I knew what I signed up for when I married my go-get 'em husband. Besides, this illness will end soon. I hope.