my first tri.

the first trimester was. um. interesting. it went a little like this: the huz and i take a trip to orlando for a little vacay and for me to run a 1/2 marathon. we rode every single ride possible and ate and drank our faces off. we get home and i still feel like we are traveling {read: morning sickness} but was pretty sure it was just motion sickness from all the rides. ”aunt flow” was scheduled to make her appearance while we were on the trip. a few days go by. still no visit. i panic {internally}. another day or two go by. the huz and i decide to take a test.

we wait. the test shows… nothing definitive. the “minus sign” was dark blue, crossed by a very faint blue line. what the heck is that? i thought those things were fool proof. we took another. same thing. although the directions clearly stated that the faintness of the lines did not matter- if it’s a “plus sign”, it means you’re prego. i wasn’t having any of that. i scheduled an appointment with our doctor the next day. they took blood. they called the next day. the huz and i went to lunch so that we could receive the call together.

nice lady at the doc’s office: “okay. let’s see here. yep! looks like you’re about 7 weeks along. “

me: silence.

me: more silence

me: outburst of fanatic crying

me: “well what do i do now?”

my poor husband. he’s giddy and jumping up and down inside. i’m bawling.

{as if i could ever give up beer}.

i then continued to be sick to my stomach for about a month. a list of things that made my stomach turn is as follows {this is by no means a comprehensive list, as that would take me a lifetime}:

the smell of cooking meat
the sight of boogers
vegetables {for a vegan, this made things a little tough}
getting out of bed
the smell of my boss
the thought of eating anything other than crackers
crackers
the thought of eating anything other than pasta
pasta
the thought of eating anything other than cereal
the sight of excessive body hair
brushing my teeth too vigorously
standing up

once that week 11.5 hit, however, i woke up one day and didn’t feel like death. i cautiously went about my day and didn’t feel too bad. then the next day was the same. and the next. finally by the end of the 3rd day of not feeling horrendous, i told the huz “i think i might actually not be sick anymore!” . and i wasn’t. praise Jesus.