Like Mother Like Daughter

So for the past couple weeks I've been nauseous...all day, every day. On the up-side I held my record for not throwing up all the way until last night. Cursed toothbrush.

I had an interesting phone call with my Mother tonight. But first let me explain some of my first baby symptoms. Food is no longer appealing, just a necessary daily task. When I don't eat I feel sick. When I do eat...I still feel sick. Many foods I used to enjoy now make me gag at the thought. Fortunately, I have a very kind and patient husband who doesn't expect me to cook anymore. Otherwise the poor man would be living on a diet of toast, Life Cereal and yogurt. Which leads to my next observation.

Strangely, this once dairy-avoider now day dreams about Dairy Queen blizzards, frozen yogurt and milk. At one point I tried to trick myself into drinking 1% milk, but I wasn't fooled. I had to go back for the 2%. I have also discovered that grocery shopping is now not only a chore, but a challenge. The place is a breeding ground for smells and textures that make my stomach churn. I had to look straight ahead and hold my breath as I walked past the butcher block.

So now back to the conversation with my Mother tonight. She is so excited that now she has 2 pregnant daughters. She called to check in and see how I was feeling. I gave her the updates and took the opportunity to complain a bit about the sensitive sniffer and the non-stop burping. Mom proceeded to tell me how she felt the same during her pregnancies and specifically how walking by the meat in the grocery store made her run for the bathroom. If that weren't coincidence enough she also told me that all she wanted to eat when she was pregnant was bread and Dairy Queen ice cream. Hmmmm....It seems this pregnancy will be similar to hers. But alas this story has a sad ending. At first I was comforted by the similarities and that she could help me know to expect. Then I found out that she stayed sick ALL 9 MONTHS.

Bring on the blizzards and toast my friends. It's going to be a long winter.

The Traveling Show

July 2010, Exactly one year ago, Anthony and I found out we were pregnant. The day before I left for Salt Lake City for a work convention I took a test, and was confused to see the negative sign with as late as I was. 5 days later I came home and took another test which turned out to be positive! We were so thrilled we couldn't help but tell the family right away. Sadly though, a week later I miscarried.

Since then we have quietly continued to try to get pregnant again. Each month anxiously reading into every upset stomach and peak in my temperature. As life started to pick up pace again this summer the idea of a baby still lingered, but not as strong. We bought our first house and started looking into getting a puppy.

Life really got busy at the end of July. We started moving into our new home, my Mom came from Texas to visit and go to Education week with me, and again I started to gear up to go to convention, this time in Minneapolis. The stress was piling on and I was feeling more and more tired each day. My mom even joked that maybe I was pregnant and that's why I needed so many breaks. I laughed at her joke, then secretly started counting back days in my head. My mom left early on Tuesday, August 2nd. As we finished up a couple trips to the new house I decided it couldn't hurt to take a test. Positive.

I left for Minneapolis Wednesday morning at 4:00am. It was a long 4 days of working, walking, bathroom breaks every 2-4 hours and feeling nauseous anytime I drank something other than bottled water. At 11:30pm on Saturday I stopped at the store on my way back home and bought 3 more tests (better to be safe). Even with little sleep I woke up at 6:00am and quickly took another test. Yep, still positive. I joined the now awake Anthony back in bed and asked him what he was doing up so early.

"These last couple days I've gotten used to getting up early so I can move stuff to the new house before I go to work."

"Oh," I responded. "Well I'm up early from the morning sickness."

-LONG PAUSE-

"We're pregnant!?"

I answered with a smile and a hug.

Everyone says it happens when you stop trying. After a year of waiting we had to laugh...it's exactly one year later. Apparently we can only get pregnant in July. Who knew?