Well, at least my condition’s better.
Colds seem to be the in-thing these days. When before I could just control the sniffles with an instant Bioflu, my pregnancy has stopped me from taking any meds that may have a not-so good effect on my baby. The result: I waged a battle with a malady called fever last Friday, and lost. I didn’t report to work and slept through the day, up until the afternoon when I had to see my OB and tell her of my condition. Fluids and juice for my colds, she says. If my fever reaches 38 degrees and above, Biogesic or Tylenol is safe to take (though I connect the latter to cyanide, an old issue it had to fight inside my head until this very moment).
Yesterday my mother-in-law can’t stop from telling me to take Fern-C and fresh juice and liquids. Good intentions, anyways. I guess I just get too pressured sometimes… I hope my baby’s taking it cool inside my womb.
Just this afternoon an old colleague texted me, asking me about the church and reception venue hubby and I had during our wedding.
They were also considering it for their wedding this December.
It’s funny, I sometimes find myself as an unofficial wedding consultant of some sort. But hey, I’m not complaining. I get a certain sense of joy when I hear people getting married and asking me for some advice.
I’m no expert, mind you. But I’m always willing to help in any way I can. During my wedding preps, a lot of people have also helped me about a lot of stuff. I just believe in paying it forward.
Speaking of weddings, my mom asked me just recently if my sister had said something about getting married this year.
I told her that it was her boyfriend who told me he had plans of pushing it through this December.
She told me she only knew of it from her brother, my uncle. Apparently, my sister told him. She didn’t tell anything to my parents.
I found that funny, because when hubby and I planned to get married then, our parents were the first ones to know. We told them a year and two months before the date.
It’s already middle of January. I hope my sister doesn’t plan on taking us by surprise.
“Hey mom, dad, sibs! I’m getting married — tomorrow.”
Nope, not good.