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!
