the boobs, they hurt

I have spent the last near 2 days in bed. I came down with the mastitis, which is just so likely with this whole second baby experience. Since the first day of being pregnant with Dante, I have had all the sicknesses one could get. Friday night I started to feel a little funky and by 2 am I was on the phone with the nurse line describing my pain. A very nice doctor prescribed an antibiotic via the phone and Helio went to get my bottle of pill magic by 3:15 that morning. I took a bunch of pills and painfully have been waiting for the flu-like symptoms and soreness to subside. Finally, today I am moving around. I tried very hard to shake it off yesterday by taking two showers, cleaning the house, and attending a birthday bbq but alas, I had to admit defeat and return to my sweaty bed. By 11 am today, I awoke to a drenched bed, body (even my legs were slippery wet with sweat from my fever), and a baby who definitely needed a bath from laying next to me all those hours. Let’s hope that doesn’t happen again these next 46 weeks of feeding. (6 down, 46 to go, then my body is mine…all mine.)

Although, Helio scored big with me by going to get the medicine in the middle of the night I have to say that staying at home during maternity leave has not helped me be a more understanding wife of his habits. I find more and more things less tolerable. He has either had a cold or had allergy problems for the last few weeks thus he has been going through Kleenexes like crazy. I find them everywhere. I have bad allergy issues and I manage to throw my tissues away. Helio balls them up and I find them on the sofa, near the washing machine, in the bathroom beside the garbage on the sink. They are bloody and disgusting. I know that I have habits that aren’t necessarily pleasant- such as, I pluck my eyebrows in the car at stop lights (it’s the best lighting for the little buggers), I cut my toenails in the bathtub (its easier when your feet have soaked a while) but I do my best to not impose my habits on others. I put things away, I clean up after myself, I rinse the tub after use. Why is it so hard for him to have the same values? I have to say though, the ultimate gross habit he has- cutting his nails and leaving the remnants of his work on the side table beside the living room lounge chair. That sends me through the roof.

I surprised Helio last September when he was still stuck in Mexico. I sent Levi to grandma and grandpa’s house and showed up for an extended weekend to celebrate our 4 year anniversary. (this is how we got pregnant with #2, there isn’t a need for decency when you are alone) When we went back to his apartment the place was insanely clean. His shirts were folded to the exact shape of the shirt below it in a stack, his shoes were cleaned and lined up in the closet, the bed carefully made- all sheets and blankets appropriately pulled taught and tucked in. Why can’t he do that here in the United States? It must be me, I do too much.

In my ferverish state, I was wandering around the house yesterday really just trying to get from one place to the next, not thinking of how I was dressed or how I appeared. I noticed Helio look down at my now deflated stomach and ask "so are you going to go running today now that you have the green light from your 6 week check up with your obgyn" (or something like that in his still broken English). My response: "Are you insane, I have a fever of 101, you think I'm going to go running? What is it my stomach, you think I need to do something about it immediately, you are an ass" He may go for the meds, but he has no idea when to not comment.