Of Migrainle Like Proportions

The Bean is currently snuggled in her bed grunting and groaning in that really adorable way that newborns do when they're trying to pass gas from the other end (or possibly a nice juicy baby poop) and the Peanut is only just now peeking out of her room.

Yesterday was a little tough on all of us. My patience was super short, the Peanut started the day in tears and continued a lot of it to the tune of mild whingeyness and the Bean was all about the milk, wanting to eat on the hour every hour ending last night at 9 with a large lap full of curdled milk when she coughed and then brought up what looked like a days worth of breast milk. That was when I went to bed, taking the Bean with me and after giving a little more milk and she fell asleep I promptly followed her lead.

And then this morning (at 3, when the Bean was looking for a little night time snack) I woke up with a massive headache which persisted and still persists even with the application of painkillers and an ice pack.

I'm placing full blame on the change in air pressure. There's nothing quite like the human barometer experience. I can't be the only one who feels the weather in headache form. Wanna share your human barometer tales?

Ick!

On Thursday night I was getting the beginnings of one huge throbbing headache so I took a Tylenol to head it off at the pass. Of course I should have known that the 65mg of caffeine would come back and bite me in the rear end.

I might have been fine if it wasn't for my daughter waking up crying at 12:30 AM. After that I was wide awake almost the rest of the night. I tossed, turned, tossed again. Went out on the couch and I tossed, turned, tossed again. Headed back to bed and I tossed, turned, tossed again, back to the couch and I tossed, turned, tossed again. I finally fell asleep around 5:30 with my daughter and husband getting up at 7:30 to start the day.

Of course the lack of sleep left the door wide open for a little flu bug to scoot on in. Long story short; the flu bug bit me. Biting is bad, it makes owies and then people don't want to play with you anymore. This is what I tell the Peanut on the rare occasion that she bares her teeth and takes a bite. I'm not sure that the flu bug listens to that kind of reasoning, and I'll be home bound until the bug flies away.