I'm Prego and I Know IT!

Wow! Who knew... if eggs start smelling funny you might be preggers. I think I was in serious denial. My husband and I had been trying since November... I know probably not a long time for trying but seriously, my mom was a "fertile Mertle" as they say and it seems like everyone in my family is as well (ex: my grandma had 13 kids). So... it had been a few months and I was wondering if we were doing something wrong... Ok not really but I was wondering if something could be wrong with me. Not in a really fearful way just curious and then there was the idea that maybe we would just have to wait a year or two till I got pregnant...
So 5 months seemed like a long time to me... I'm new at this ok.

So we planned this lovely 3 year anniversary trip to Ireland. My husband booked all these pretty places to stay and see. We knew we wanted to do this before we had kids since with kids it would be that much more expensive and difficult. We saved and made it happen. So exciting!

Well about two days into our stay in Ireland, which is absolutely beautiful by the way, I had a strange thing happen. Eggs smelled funny as did bacon but the eggs especially turned me off. I thought it was just the special "Irish" homegrown eggs and bacon. But, my husband had suspicions I was prego right when I asked him if I could move my plate of eggs to his side of the table because they were making me feel nauseous. There were a couple of days that I could barely get anything down except a couple of crackers... I started to worry I had a stomach bug. Or that by eating Irish produce I may had been exposed to some foreign bacteria and now was suffering the repercussions. I really had no idea what it might be but I did consider pregnancy. I mean I was late, but that wasn't uncommon and I really didn't want to get my hopes up so I just pushed that thought away and focused on Ireland. I did eat but not as much as the first two days and my stomach was particularly picky and made Ireland cuisine and traveling difficult to enjoy.

We rented a car for this trip and we drove (well my husband) drove us all over the island. I really need to learn to drive a standard. Driving sounded so picturesque and lovely, and it is. I mean there are lush hills, sheep and cows skipping and running in the fields, old castles and houses... but there was this one problem. I get car sick. Driving on the left side didn't help, oh and Ireland's two way roads are the size of one lane in America. I saw my life flash before my eyes far too many times to count. I did not like riding in Ireland. I was sick, Very sick. Constantly trying to control the little to no food that was in my stomach that wanted to come up.

Don't get me wrong Ireland was beautiful and fun. The best parts: a massage, riding bikes along the west coast, the Cliffs of Moher and Dingle a cute little southern coastal town. And basically anytime I didn't have to be in a car was much nicer.

So I get back to the USA. So happy because for some reason I thought I would somehow magically get better. I really did think that. I didn't understand why the nausea was still there... Hint hint Melina. Your prego! Well  the first day back, I call my mom while on break from work and tell her what happened over there and I mention a little about the eggs and not feeling well. She instantly is convinced I'm pregnant but i refuse to fully take her excitement on. I mean wouldn't I know? I mean I ate produce. I probably have bacteria. I mean I'm not that late. Hmm... so I know i can take a test after I get home from work. I'm not eager to leave work or anything. I just know when I do she wants me to take a test ASAP for her peace of mind. So I finish work and eventually take the test.

My husband knows what I'm doing and asks me through the door, mid testing, "Are you taking a prego test." I mean come on. Closed door. No privacy. And this is a test. Shh... be quiet. I need to concentrate or I might do it wrong. Seriously those were my thoughts... I didn't voice them. So instantly the lines come up for "you are pregnant". And I just look at it. In shock and disbelief. I think about going to buy another one. I don't want to tell my husband because what if it changes. You are supposed to read it after 2 minutes and I think it's only been 20 seconds. Hmm... Well, I wait like 20 more seconds and I open the door and I tell him. He hugs me. We both look nervous, scared, shocked... And kinda huh how did this happen? Ok not really, we knew how. But really, Wow! It really does work!

So we are expecting!

After a few weeks of trying everthing to fight the pregnancy nausea, I've kind of gave up eating only healthy and light. I'm also eating some less healthy things and sometimes just what sounds good. Now, I don't do this for every meal or even everyday but I do it more than I thought i would let myself. And it's all within the restriction of what they say in the pregnancy books and articles that is safe for the baby. Honestly, loosing my body is really scary. It's also exciting to see a human being growing inside a belly but it's scary when it's my belly. But I'm working out (safely) and I'm not eating a whole cake in one siting. Not yet. Lol. Haven't had cake yet even though I really would like some. Who wants to make me one? Well maybe a small one just for the baby. Ok but that's my beginning story and now you have more insight into how a crazy, hormonal, prego woman thinks.