Severe Congestion While Pregnant Official

I tried everything. The humidifier ran nonstop, turning our bedroom into a swampy cloud. I went through two boxes of saline spray in four days. Neti pot? I did it three times a day, leaning over the sink, tilting my head, praying for the warm salt water to carve a tunnel through the wreckage. It helped for maybe ten glorious minutes. Then the swelling returned, worse than before, as if offended by my attempts to circumvent it.

The worst part was the sound. At night, my husband would lie beside me, pretending to sleep, but I could feel him tense every time I shifted. Because the sound I made trying to breathe was… animal. A wet, snorting, desperate gasp. Like a beached whale with a sinus infection. I’d wake myself up with a violent snort-gag, heart pounding, convinced I was suffocating. But I wasn’t. The baby was fine—kicking away, oblivious, using my bladder as a trampoline. I was the one who couldn’t breathe. severe congestion while pregnant

I called the nurse hotline at 2 a.m. on Saturday. “Is this normal?” I asked, nasally, barely understandable. I tried everything