Back in the beginning of my second trimester- we're talking late January- I was driving home from a midwife appointment.
It had been a few days since I'd puked, and I was feeling really confident that that part my pregnancy was over.
That morning, I was rocking out to the radio, crossing the really high bridge over The Waterfront (where we lived for 2 years), when my mouth started salivating.
That's never a good sign.
Quickly, I pulled over, opened my door, and started heaving up that morning's breakfast. And last night's dinner. And possibly last week's chocolate cake.
The chunky acid dripped out of my nose, and I knelt there on the side of the road, sobbing.
It was a dark time for me.
A few minutes later, I wiped my face off with a handful of litter, climbed back into my car, and texted my sisters.
"Guess who just threw up by the side of the road?"
"Your baby is such a drama queen."
That made me crack a smile. And that smile turned into a full blown laugh.
Sister's are a gift.
And mine was so right.
ps. It was my litter. When I opened my door, a few napkins blew out of the door pocket. But at that point, I probably would have settled for a homeless man's handkerchief.