Feel free to tell me to get a grip or whatever, but I feel like death warmed up.
I'm 27 weeks pregnant and just been diagnosed with a raging case of tonsillitis. I'm getting hot and cold sweats, feel like shite and can barely swallow air never mind paracetamol. All I want is mum to come look after me - she's the best when you're ill. She would bring me lovely drinks, home made soup, lovely fluffy nice smelling blankets (unlike the manky cat hair ridden thing I've been wrapped up in all day), and generally make a fuss.
DH is being fab and taken over since he's got home from work, and MIL has been great too. Just not the same as having mum though is it? Or am I being a self pitying arse? Fgs, I'm in my late 30's and feel like I've never needed her so much in my life! But she lives 100's of miles away and cares for Step dad who's ill himself.
So, either join me in a self pitying wallow, or tell me to woman up!