All good things must come to an end

Somehow caught the flu on the way back from Paris. Either on the airplane, or during our last day in Paris, when it was snowing. We arrived at Dammam airport late one night, and the next morning, I was full-blown sick.

Body aches, fever, sore throat, congestion, coughing-- everything. Worst thing is, Jeff is feeling exactly the same. So guess who gets to do the caretaking? Yup, you know it. We've been laid up for four days now, and couldn't get a doctor's appt until tomorrow night at 9pm. Isn't that a strange time to visit the doctor? But I wanted to specifically see my OB instead of some random non-OB. Just in case. My ribs are killing me from all the coughing, and there's pain in my right kidney, and I am just miserable.

We just moved to a hotel with a kitchenette, so even though it is in no way convenient, we have a hot plate. We gathered enough strength to cab it to the supermarket yesterday, and got all all the supplies we needed. Jeff was quite good in the brute strength category, doing all the lifting. I could barely walk down the aisles. As soon as we got back, I made the soup, which we really needed since we hadn't eaten in probably 15 hours. Then I had some toast, which I was forcing down because I was afraid I was starving the baby. Before doing all this, I had to wash all the dishes we just purchased from the supermarket, in order to heat the soup and have bowls and spoons to eat with. I think Jeff sometimes forgets I am pregnant, because it sure would have been nice to collapse on the couch and have him serve me, instead of the other way around. (But I guess it's better this way: A few hours later I asked him to make hard-boiled eggs for me-- later he called to me that they were ready-- I found two eggs in the sink and unpeeled them, but they were only 20% cooked so I couldn't eat them anyway!)

My fever has already started to go down, so I feel better about the baby. I looked up on the internet and it said fetal development is usually not affected until 102 degrees, and my temp never got that high. My highest temp was 99.7, which Jeff didn't think was too bad, but I reminded him that my healthy temp is 96.8, so that's already 3 degrees higher than my normal. Of course he thinks that's just another part of my alien-nature, but that's just how it is. I sweated all last night and I think that means I broke the fever, because my temp this morning was 97.1 and felt less achy and my skin was not as sensitive to touch. I guess another alien thing about me is that I travel with a thermometer, but it sure came in handy this time, huh?