Let's start from the beginning. Last September I was pretty sick and went to the Dr. for a follow up appointment. She was concerned like most Dr.s are because my life as a woman has been very irregular. I tried to tell her there was nothing to worry about, but she asked me to go home and take a pregnancy test just to be sure. So late on September 27, 2012 I took a test. No one in the history of the world has ever been as shocked as I was the moment it turned positive. We had not been trying, we really were not sure we were ready for the jump into parenthood, but this positive test said otherwise. I ran out of the room told my husband I had to run to the store and get something. He was really confused, lets be honest so was I. Luckily we had had a local grocery store open up not 5 miles from our house, so my store run was pretty quick. I came in with a little gift bag with baby feet all over it. I had put a card in it saying you'll be a dad in May 2013, a rattle, positive pregnancy test, and baby lotion. My husband just sat in his recliner not knowing what to say. Then slowly the biggest grin you have ever seen crept onto his face. He was ecstatic, which is good because one of us needed to be, I was completely terrified.
My husband has been 100% excited through the entire past 8 months, I on the other hand have had a bit of a different experience. I want to be excited, I try to be excited because I know he really wants to be a dad and this is something we never knew if we would be able to do for many health reasons. However from the week of the big reveal my life has been turned upside down. I have been more sick then I have ever thought imaginable in my entire life. lived on my bathroom floor, slept on my bathroom floor, days with out keeping anything down. When I first told people I was sick they would say eat crackers, it'll go away. My Dr. told me oh its your first pregnancy you just do not know what to expect, it can not be as bad as you are saying. Then I went back for my next monthly check up and had lost 25 lbs, people were starting to realize I was not crazy or turning down events just because I was pregnant and had "morning sickness". Dr. finally gave me some meds that were supposed to help but I was so sick I couldntt even keep the meds down.
On one occasion I had been sick for over a week nothing staying down, really just trying to keep water down to stay hydrated at this point. My wonderful husband knew how much I loved McAlisters soup, so after work he drove 30 mins there and 30 min to our house to bring me soup. (what else would you want to eat than your favorite soup when your sick right?) After an hour round trip he arrives home fixes me the soup and I just bawl because I am so thankful he brought it to me, but the smell makes me sprint to the bathroom once again. He's so sad because he thought he was doing something so nice, which he was, but I couldn't eat his sweet little gesture.
Fast forward for now. I am 8 months pregnant still sick, still throwing up almost everyday. My meds work some days and some days they are no help at all... like today. People ask oh how far along are you, 32 weeks, well you wont be sick in your 3rd trimester no one ever is. I wish I could reply back um learn to do some math 32 weeks is well into my 3rd trimester and I am still sick. On good days I try to be nice and not quite so rude, but I am warning you it has been a long 8 months. I don't think it will end until the baby arrives and then I am praying that it is all gone.
