For a solid two-and-a-half weeks, I had a raging sinus infection. I'm talking (TMI warning) neon green mucus, major nose drainage onto my pillow and down my throat at night, and searing headaches. But would I consider going to the doctor and getting it treated? No way, man.
You see, I have this strange anxiety offshoot, wherein I think I know more than doctors. Obviously, I do NOT. I struggled through college algebra and never took a science course that wasn't required, so I wouldn't begin to pretend to know anything about medicine. But anxiety doesn't play the logic game, and I'd convinced myself that taking antibiotics would hurt the growing babe.
But then I had a new, far scarier thought: What if an untreated infection could hurt my little resident more than two pills a day for ten days?
Off to the doctor I went.
After much hand-wringing, confirmation by my OB that Amoxicillin is completely safe in pregnancy and even an informal poll among my July 2013 ladies on TheBump.com (thanks, gals!) I determined that it was time to suck it up and take the medicine. Of course, the worrying didn't end after the first couple doses. I spent a good chunk of Sunday afternoon debating with my husband over whether our unborn child might be allergic to antibiotics -- he wouldn't let me Google it -- I started to chill out.
Now here we are, three days into the meds and, lo and behold, I feel better. Imagine that! A pill that can cure an infection. Modern medicine is really something, huh?
It's just no match for my worried brain.
