Stupid lung season

Soon after I moved to Arizona, the land doctors used to send people who had allergy and respiratory problems, I got pneumonia. Then I got it again and again and again. Yes, I've had it FOUR times in six years. When I found out I was pregnant with Vaughn, I also found out I had pneumonia so I got the shot. I should be covered until I'm in my 60's. That's quite a promise, but I'll take it.

The shot doesn't protect me from stupid lung season though. Well, that's what I call it. It shouldn't hurt to breathe but during this time every year, it does and I hate it. It's stupid.

This morning was quite fun. I woke up at 5:00am short of breath and took mini breaths, *read really fast: in and out in and out, in and out, in and out...which lasted for about two hours. I didn't even realize it because I was falling in and out of sleep. I finally got out of bed around 7, went to the restroom then blacked out as I came back in the bedroom. Thank goodness I was able to drop to the floor and drink some water Dave ran and got me before passing out. Following my fun twilight moment, I puked my brains out. Just kidding about the brain thing as I think I still have one in there, but I did throw up. a lot. Did I mention it was a fun morning?

In conclusion to this stupid lung time of year, I went to the doctor to make sure my blood pressure and everything was good because there is a baby in my belly that needs oxygen, too. He told me good news in that the shot continues to work because I don't have pnuemonia. The bad news is the only things he can give me to help me breath are class C meds and aren't the safest for pregnancy. But, if I can't breathe, that's not good for the baby either. I decided to take as minimal Albuterol as possible combined with as much prayer as I can get will be the perfect remedy. 

Come on, lungs, you're the only ones I have!  Oh, and talking to my lungs to let them know how I care for them and love them so they will let me breath pain-free again!