Seriously?

Another cold? I've only really recovered from the last never-ending cold about 2 weeks ago and sure enough, Thursday morning I woke up with a sore throat and the echo in my head could rival something out of the Grand Canyon. I muddled through cardio intervals class on Thursday morning but when I got up to head to the pool yesterday morning I realized I was just not going to make it through a workout. I didn't even make it through the whole day at work, I left at lunch time and came home. Not that I get rest at home, but staring at my computer, trying to make sense of the numbers and words through the haze of the head cold just wasn't working either. Hot Wheels started sniffling on Tuesday but he never really got much sicker. Superman and I, however, have caught this cold full force. Poor Superman had a fever of about 100 degrees yesterday and again today. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are watery and red. He looks so pathetic and he still refuses to slow down. You'd never know he's sick to watch him running around but when he's not running around he actually sits still, which is not a normal state of being for Superman. He didn't sleep well at all last night, so I'm anticipating that he'll nap this afternoon- another rarity in our lives. I'm hoping I'll be back to the gym on Monday, even if it's just some time on the elliptical trainer or treadmill.

Wednesday morning I decided to sleep in and I stayed home until my 8am doctor's appt. It was nice to be home for a while with the kids before heading out. There's a part of me that thinks maybe it wouldn't be so bad to just give up this working out deal and sleep later in the morning, go to work later, but still get home at the same time. The larger part of me knows it wouldn't be worth it, but sometimes it sounds nice. The ultrasound appointment went well, Critter was active and cooperative. We were able to get all the required pictures for the doctor to declare "Normal Baby Ultrasound". My mom was disappointed that she couldn't figure out whether Critter's a boy or girl, I think she was hoping to figure it out and then she says she would have kept it a secret but I think that's doubtful. The technician was able to tell, but the rest of us will found out in August.

Thanks for all the positive comments and wishes after my post earlier this week. I'm not sure where the pity-party came from, but it's over now, thanks for coming. I think the aches and pains I was feeling were the precursor to this impending cold and I had to think about the fact that even before I was pregnant I had good weeks and bad weeks with working out. It's just life. And people have days when they've got more or less energy no matter where they are in life. The thing I felt most guilty about was my lack of patience with the kids, I hate to feel like I spend all my time with them picking on them- and for much smaller things than I would normally take issue with. I know that they're fine with some time on their own- part of their jobs as kids is to learn to entertain themselves and a down day for us as parents is just going to happen.

Here's a mommy moment: I remember reading an article written by a woman in the United Kingdom about how she's bored to tears by her children. She won't take them to the park or a museum, she doesn't play games with them and she won't come to watch them if they're taking part in activities like sports. She does not attend birthday parties with her children, she sends them with the nanny. She talked about how she was doing the children a favor by teaching them early in life that the world does not revolve around them and how it was just as important that she gets manicures and go shopping as it would be for her to interact with them. There were tons of comments left, some people agreeing with her for not coddling her children, but most expressed disgust at her selfishness and wondered why she had the children in the first place if she didn't want to spend time with them. When I read that I just felt sad for all of them. I admit that not every minute of time spent with the kids is the most exciting, but to be unable to see how wonderful it is to watch your children grow and interact with the world around them is sad for all of them. One of the reasons I want to stay involved with triathlons is that I do agree it's important that my kids see that I have my own interests and for a while after they were born I didn't have much of a balance in my life. We have a small house and there are only about 10 places to hide for a game of hide-and-seek, but all four of us played last night for about 45 minutes and the kids had a blast. How would they feel if I told them it was too boring for mom to play hide-and-seek, they should do it themselves? First I think they'd feel like I was bored by them and not the activity- they couldn't distinguish between the two at this point. Also, I think that will taint their enjoyment of activities, if it's too boring for mom then it's probably too boring for me, too. The article sounded like she does care for her kids I just think later in life they'll all regret the times they didn't share.

It's finally nice outside, almost 50 degrees already at 9am. I think we'll head out for a walk in a little while. The fresh will help knock this cold out faster, I hope.

Pregnancy status: 19 weeks, 6 days; 141 days to go.