Speaking of that, last night was the longest of my life. I tried the bed, recliner, and couch, but my cough was the main culprit in keeping me awake. I think Kurt is going to look into getting me an inhaler because I was wheezing and rattling so badly in my chest. It was actually kind of scary, because it's hard to get a deep breath when you're pregnant anyway. Around 3:00 this morning, Kurt came in to check on me in the living room...I think he heard me in my coughing attacks. All I could tell him was "Just pray for me." So he prayed over me, at 3 a.m.! What a sweet husband :o)
I did make the mistake of not getting anything in my stomach this morning, which led to me getting sick (literally) when I got home from the doctor. It reminded me so much of morning sickness. Doris (our faithful cat who loves Kurt and hates me in case you've forgotten) just sat there and watched me by the toilet like I was being annoying. But, to her credit, she rubbed up against me afterward, as if to say "See? I didn't leave you alone. Give me some credit." What a little diva.
So anyway, I'm still alive and there's still a baby inside of me (even though I'm sure she's scarred after the exam today and all of my ailments). I ask for your prayers! Have a great end of the week. I'll just be here on the couch.