Well after months and months of trying to get our new house, we finally did it. We closed at the end of August and it was very stressful to say the least and I started to not feel too well. I thought after the move was over, it would pass as it normally does. Boy was I wrong. I moved and unpacked for about 7 days straight and felt pretty good. Enjoying my new house and then it hit me. Slowly starting going downhill and a week later still waiting for it to pass. I swear, just when life gives you something really good, like a new baby, then a new house, it has to make you pay for it just a little bit with our health. Why is that? Why can't we stay well long enough to enjoy all these great things in life.
I am hoping this bout passes. I know I overdid it with all the moving and going from a ranch to three stories is a lot more exercise than I was used to on a daily basis. I just hate that all these years later and after almost winning against this illness, I still have to pace myself or I end up feeling sick for a couple weeks.
I just had to vent. I have a very sick little one at home and not feeling well myself makes for some really difficult days.