I wrote this blog post back in November, long before I was telling anyone about the baby.
Even our families didn't hear until Christmas.
You guys, I had really bad morning sickness. We're talking 7-9 times per day.
I was so miserable. One time I threw up 3 times during the first hour of church. And then I went outside and puked in the bushes twice during the second hour (I didn't want any of my friends to walk in and see me kneeling by the toilet). Then I puked again on the way home.
That was my life.
Thank goodness that only lasted for a few months.
Anyway, here is a post that I wrote while in the middle of it all:
I was sitting on a pallet, in the back of wal mart- you know, by the milk and yogurt? I had my hands clasped to my mouth, trying desperately not the throw up on the floor.
Most people walked by without looking. Blessed self-absorption. I could have kissed them.
Or maybe just puked on their shoes.
One lady stopped and bent down, peering anxiously into my horrified eyes.
"What's wrong honey?"
I quickly gasped "Morning sickness! I'm trying not to-"
And then I started heaving.
I clasped my hands back to my face, desperately fighting it.
"Oh, I remember those days." She smiled fondly. "You need some crackers."
I nodded, and she walked away.
I'm never leaving the house without a barf bag again.