I have wanted to be a mom my whole life but as time went on I started to give up on that dream. Then Al came along. While we were dating we talked about having kids but we knew time was running out. Once we got married and got on our feet we decided that we would try for a year and if it were to happen great and if not we would move on. I was a stress case all year. Every month I would disappointed when i got my period. December was when the year was up. Once i again I was disappointment that I still wasn't pregnant. We had some good talks and came to terms that we weren't going to be parents. Then January came and something changed. My period was late. I woke up one morning and the smell in the kitchen made me want to vomit. I didn't think much about it. As the days went on I had more and more symptoms. I tried telling myself that it was nothing b/c I didn't want to get my hopes up again. I went into work one day complaining that I thought I had the flu bc I was getting a cold b/c i woke up in the middle night soaked in sweat. My manager asked a few more questions and then said she thought i was pregnant. I laughed it off. Part of me was excited that I might be but an even larger part was freaking out. I came home and told Al. His reaction was pretty much the same. I took a home pregnancy test and it was negative. Sigh! the symptoms continued but still no period. After another week I went into a walk-in clinic. They sent me for some tests and called me the next day to come in. Sure enough I was pregnant!! I thought to myself "Holy crap I'm finally going to be a mom". I finally gave up on it and sure enough it happened. I remember calling Al to tell him. I had always pictured telling him differently but instead it was just a phone call. It was a rainy day so I went into the $ store. I was talking quietly so no one could hear me but I really wanted to shout it out loud for the whole world to hear. After that I called some other people but I just couldn't keep it in. My dad was in Europe so I couldn't tell him. It gave me more time to come up with a good way to tell him. When he came home we facetimed him to tell him. Of course he started crying!
When we found out I was 3 weeks along. For the first few weeks after that I felt great and was thinking maybe I escaped morning sickness. Nope not so much. Once the morning sickness started it hit hard. I hated life. I would get home from work and spend most evenings in bed or the bathroom. I went from being excited about being pregnant to hating it. It was extremely hard to be excited. I had to start using the downstairs bathroom bc the smell in the main bathroom made me want to vomit. It was horrible. My list of foods i could no longer eat was getting longer and longer. Poor Al would make a nice dinner and by the end of the night I would throw it up.
In December we decided we were going to go to San Fran and Disneyland for Al's 40th birthday in May. Of course I booked it at the time too. Now I was less excited about the trip. Mostly bc i couldn't go on any of the good rides. Luckily for Al, dad and Roxy decided to join us in Disneyland. Pretty much right up to the time we left I was still pretty sick. I was so nervous it was going to be a horrible trip but just before we left I started to finally feel better. I was good the whole trip. Yay!!
Once we got home I was still feeling pretty good. With my new found energy I was finally getting stuff done. For 5 months I had no energy to do anything. So I was trying to make up for it. I remember coming home for work and scrubbing the kitchen one day and the next the bathroom. I was feeling more and more like myself.
And then 26 1/2 weeks hit....
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