So you guys probably think I have munchausen syndrome. What with Nicholas being so sick, Brynn's UTI's and barfing, etc. And now I have a wicked sinus infection and a wisdom tooth that needs to be pulled ASAP, as in before the baby is born, as in Thursday...five DAYS before this baby is born.

Seriously, yeah, I know I get a ton of comments on Facebook whenever I post about my families 'maladies', but trust me, I would rather be 100% healthy and the crazy, goofy mom I normally am than either:

1. Doped up on vicodin where all I want to do is curl up and sleep

or

2. Trying to NOT be doped up, which results in me curling up into a ball and crying because I'm in so much pain.

Either way, Rachel = sucky mom.

I'm so upset because it's like, I have 12 days before this baby is going to turn Brynn and Nicholas' worlds upside down for a while. 12 days where I wanted to be running around, playing, being silly, going out, and spending quality time with my first babies...knowing that in the weeks ahead it's going to be harder to get those moments.

But no. I'm currently only able to be sitting upright and at the computer thanks to pain meds that make me insanely loopy...if I stand up, I'm dizzy. All I want to do is crawl into bed and sleep forever.

Thankfully, Nick has been AMAZING (as usual). Yesterday he took care of the kids and kept them quiet while I slept pretty much all day. Then I went to the ER around 9 o'clock because I was literally losing my mind the pain was so intense. They tried to hook me up to an IV and give me some insane cocktail of pain meds, but yeah, no. They diagnosed me with an acute sinus infection that went from my sinuses, to my teeth, to my cheek, to my eye, and to my temple (imagine all those places with screwdrivers sticking out of them...no relief whatsoever), wrote a prescription for some antibiotics/vicodin, and I got to come home.

One vicodin did nothing. Nick was worried sick because I was very nearly freaking catatonic because it was like if I talked/moved/did anything I thought I would either scream or kill myself. He called off work and just stayed by me, rubbing my hair/arm, trying to get my mind off the pain. Finally around 3, I caved and took 2 vicodins (the bottle said I could, but I'm not trying to have some baby hooked on pain meds pop out in 12 days). That was finally enough to conk me out until morning.

Then at 11:45 I had an appointment with the oral surgeon, and GUESS WHAT! I have a rotting, infected, impacted wisdom tooth that is adding to my excruciating pain. Super!

Thankfully, by now, I've stayed 'on top' of the pain by taking a pill religiously every 4 hours. But again...and I stress...I hate taking pain meds. Hate it. I feel weird.

Anyways, so yeah, that's what I've been doing the past couple days. Lovely.