Tossing Cookies

Is there anyone so excited as an infertile pregnant woman who gets the cold sweats and wants to throw up in the middle of an awards ceremony? The answer is: no.

I am at nine weeks today, and have a good story to tell.

My friend Kelly and I participate in 5K races throughout the year to keep fit and have fun. Obviously, I was not able to run today's race with her, but I came out to support and cheer her on anyway. This particular race is pretty grueling - lots of uphils and breeze-less canyons that suck the energy from you. Nevertheless, she did a fantastic job and I was at the finish line to cheer her in. While we waited for the awards, though, I began to feel suddenly like I just couldn't stand any longer. Surrounded by people who had just run personal bests on a rocky, hilly, very difficult course, I felt lightheaded.

I sat down on a nearby rock and instantly felt even worse. My hands, head, and chest began to sweat. I could feel the stirrings of nausea in my head and stomach. Kelly (who is one of just a few friends who "know") quickly got me a glass of water and an orange, which tasted very good and seemed to help. As she was sitting beside me, I heard her giggle slightly...she knew. At nine weeks, I've had my first "morning-sickness-ish" episode. It's what I've waited for.

I felt better in a few mintues, and couldn't stop smiling. Not that I like feeling that way, but I've been wanting a sign that I am still hormonally charged - and this was it. I didn't even run and I felt like throwing up! That is so not me. But as my mom said, "Your body is no longer your own." And I am perfectly happy to give it up. Do what you want, little tater tot, I'm all yours.

P.S. - I am having a hard time leaving comments on your blogs! My Google is all goofy and I can't seem to leave a message without getting the run-around. I am cheering for all of you pregnant gals and crossing my fingers for those in the throes of procedures...even if my comments aren't showing up!