Coming out of the fog

Last week was spent in a physical and mental fog - all too common this pregnancy, I'm afraid - after yet another virus struck. Or maybe the same one struck again. Whichever, I was laid low by sore throat, lethargy and general malaise, nicely complemented by a viral rash that made it look as though I had a particularly puce form of measles on my face and neck. I am pleased to report I am now emerging from the other end of the fog and normal blogging service is resumed. (Computer permitting. More on that later!)

On Thursday I went for an appointment at the asthma clinic, where the doctor tweaked my medication in the hope that a different steroid dose would make me less prone to throat infections. He also - blessed, blessed man! - decided my cough was being aggravated by gastric reflux and gave me a prescription to fix it. Wonderful, magic pills! No more heartburn. No more coughing until I part company with breakfast (or lunch ... or dinner ...). I can eat anything I like. I can go to bed without needing five pillows. Bliss! The tail end of the virus is manifesting itself in what sounds like a classic smoker's cough, but in comparison to the cough I had before it is positively comfortable.

Then on Friday Tevye dispatched me to my mother's where I spent the weekend resting and being thoroughly spoiled. I read, scrapbooked and started knitting a baby blanket, inspired by a beautiful blanket picture posted on the wonderful Babylove blog. I ate. A lot, with plenty of comfort food - bacon rolls, beef casserole, cream cake, bread and butter pudding. I feel so much better I am hopeful that the next seven weeks will be the best of this entire pregnancy. And I'm sure all the rest and comfort food will have done Little Cherub good!