The first 4 weeks after seeing the 2 lines on multiple tests were spent mostly in disbelief. My stomach was flat and there were no outward signs that anything was growing inside me. Of course there would be no signs if something the size of a pinhead was growing inside you.
It was hard to suppress the secret from people around you. It was like a mega itch you couldn’t scratch.
But my disbelief was slowly being replaced by cliche outward symptoms.
I was developing sniffer dog senses.
I could smell food cooking a thousand miles away and it would make my stomach turn.
I was smelling the alcohol in my Nina Ricci and my Clinique.
And sometimes it would be nothing at all. I would be sitting minding my own business and my stomach would simply decide it was time to send eveything up.
The throne room was becoming my favorites place to hang out and projectile vomiting my super strength.
And my lower digestive system wasn’t about to let my mouth win this match to empty my stomach.
I was blessed with a pretty large bladder for a girl and some superhuman ability to hold it in. Now I was alternating between peeing and puking.
And the gas. It was like being pumped with ammonia. You can’t let it rip in a meeting room, can you? It has led to some interesting situations.
Of course none of this was me. It was all the baby. Yup, the pin sized tyke was making it’s presence felt.
Between the puking, the peeing and launching stink bombs I was exhausted.
All I wanted to do was to go on a sleep marathon.
The husband would want to go out on weekends. I would wake up, puke a couple of times and then want to sleep the day away.
I was pretty much confined to our house the first trimester. I think it was the closest I came to nirvana. I was stripped of every desire – I didn’t want to eat, I didn’t want to shop, I didn’t want to go anywhere. Every materialistic, self gratifying desire was stripped away from me. On days it was difficult to even feel human.
On our 3rd anniversary was spent with my husband parking the car by the curbside and holding my hair back as I proceeded to empty our Chinese dinner.
I was waiting for the shiny, glowy, beautiful pregnancy to start. Right now this new tenant who moved in was kicking the house owner’s behind!