sinus infection while pregnant

My last post was pretty doom and gloom, so I figured it might be nice to share an update.

I have officially survived the worst of the most awful and painful sinus infection in my 31 years (hopefully). I’m three days into my antibiotic (not happy to be on antibiotics, but there was no denying that it was inescapable this time) and already feeling such improvements.

For two days, I was totally unable to sleep or lie down or do much of anything besides take steam showers, smash my face between ice packs and whimper.

But, things are better. I can almost open my mouth all the way and didn’t have to smoosh my face in ice packs at all today. My sense of smell and taste are still pretty lost, but it can’t be long now!

I am also still very pregnant. 41 weeks, 1 day to be exact.

But, it’s Memorial Day weekend and we’re off to a good start. Hubs and I went for our ramen noodle obsession last night (thanks, Milly!) and today had a nice day with the tot and evening with my parents.

Here are a few pics…

I am currently sitting at the kitchen island, desperately hoping that the next 56 minutes somehow fly by.

I slept a total of maybe 3 or 4 hours last night because I was in excruciating pain. Don’t get excited… I’m not talking about labor pains.

I’m talking about the worst sinus pain of my life. I can hardly open my jaw, my entire face/gums/teeth/head are throbbing in pain. I finally broke down and took Tylenol yesterday, which of course did not help.

I’ve been fighting what I’ve known is a sinus infection for the past week. It seemed like it was improving until I woke up yesterday in serious pain. That pain has become even more debilitating.

To make it worse, I’m so tired and all I want to do is curl up and cry; however, from experience, I know that laying down makes the pain worse, as does crying. So instead, I’m sitting here trying to distract myself with this blog, desperately waiting for my appointment with the doc, at which point I hope he has some pregnancy-safe miracle drug to help me survive.

And as if that isn’t enough for my weakened, 41 week pregnant soul to take, after 84 total weeks of pregnancy (with my first and now this pregnancy), my stomach – as of last night – is littered in stretch marks. I can’t even acknowledge the severe level of bullshit.

To say that I’m feeling very “kicked” right now would be an understatement. Also, did I mention that baby is still comfy cozy inside?

Send this momma strength and healing energy… Please…