For the first two months of my pregnancy I was fine. No morning sickness no nothing. I ate what I wanted to when I wanted to. The only thing was that I was just tired all the time. A tired that I was not used to. I certainly was not used to falling asleep in class. I did twice before I said ok this is not going to work and I had to make arrangements with the teacher to come later and leave earlier before the sleepiness really hit me and before I started snoring head down on the table. Fortunately, I only had one semester of courses left before I got my degree and the teachers were understanding to me being pregnant a few years before I would have to seriously consider what retirement home I would go into for my twilight years.
I just couldn't get enough sleep. My mom figured out that something was wrong when all I did was sleep for more then I should. I finally told her when I was further along so she wouldn't have started calling up all of her friends discussing my sleeping patterns and guess what disease I could have. Next think I would have known I would have a prayer circle going in about ten churches praying for my recovery of something unknown. So, it was best I told her. She was sort of surprised but since she had been through three grandsons already she was not really shocked at the news. I think she was thinking that I sure picked a late time in life to reproduce.
The morning, noon and night sickness kicked in the month of my birthday, in May. I was sick all day long. It didn't matter what I ate or when I ate it I was always running for the nearest bathroom. Smells didn't fair much better with me. Suddenly, I was smelling everything and everything I was smelling was making me sick too. I never imagined that it would be this way and I secretly cursed every woman in my family who had babies that never told me that I would be making mad dashes to the bathroom morning, noon, and night and making me think it was a piece of cake. Speaking of cakes, I couldn't even eat my birthday cake. The rich strawberries and cream that topped it was too much for me to digest. I took one tiny, tiny piece, or tiny for me and nope I was off and running ten seconds after I ate it. I was used to having orange juice for breakfast and that too went the way of the dinosaur for 9 months. The only way I could drink any juice was watered down. Next came the heartburn and tums became a permanent part of my shopping list for the next several months. I knew that if I ate and actually kept it down that the heart burn would follow. They say if you have a lot of heartburn then the baby will have a lot of hair. I thought that my baby would look like cousin IT as much heart burn as I was having.
I was lucky enough to still fit in my jeans until about 4.5 months and then it was time to shop for more clothes. Luckily by that time I had graduated from school and was now in a baby group that I happen to find out about on my second trip to the doctor by accident. I was sitting waiting for my appointment and this woman was there handing out flyers about a group run by the city for free. They would even pick you up and take you to appointments and I was loving that part since I didn't have a car. I immediately joined.
My sister and I went to Ross to shop for maternity clothes. There stock was limited to say the least. I found two pairs of jeans for $4 on sale, the last two in my size and since I couldn't find a top that I actually liked I wandered to the men's section and found a couple of tee shirt in size xxxl or something. I didn't know how big that size was actually but when I looked at the size of the shirts I figured they would take me all the way up the delivery room and they did. Maternity shopping done. My sister laughed at me because I was so easy to please. I told her why spend hundreds of dollars of clothes that I don't plan to wear again, ever, ever. I knew that this would be my first and last child. A month later I ordered a new maternity bra and that was $12 the most I spent on a maternity anything.
For the next few months my body changed, things got huge and if I had been pregnant any longer I am sure my butt would have had it own zip code. My son did the most kicking when we went to the doctor and they listened for his heartbeat. He didn't like being messed with I guess. I think he gets that from me.
Three sonograms later and two weeks late I was in the hospital. I went for my usual appointment and the nurse said to me that she thought that I would have given birth by now. I looked at my huge belly and told her nope not yet. I was admitted and then the real fun began.
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