Monday, July 18, 2011

lego my eggo

Guys, I'm really pregnant. Up until this afternoon I was still not convinced. I thought maybe the p-test and blood work were both false positives, and maybe the nausea was due to a three month case of food poisoning. I grew even more skeptical when my doctor failed to find the heart beat with the doppler. Then they brought in an ultra sound machine, hooked me up, and I stared at what looked to me like an empty womb. But then the nurse said, "There's your baby, and there's its beating heart." And there it was, a little nubbin, with a little flutter. "Oh My Gosh, there's really a baby in there," I said to the nurse, a little teary-eyed. She nodded, which was nicer than saying "No duh."

Today I also had my first vomiting in public episode. I remember years ago filling my car with gas at the nearest 7-11, and in disgust watching the woman next to me puke repeatedly into a trash can. "Sorry," she said to me. "I'm pregnant." I remember thinking "Woman! Hide yourself from society. Go home and don't leave until you're recovered" I also thought, "If this is what pregnancy is about, count me out." I obviously forgot about that latter part, and I obviously have come to better understand the 7-11 puker and her plight. It happens without warning, which is why during my run this morning I stopped at a bus stop on a rather busy street, and ejected my stomach's contents into the waste bin.


  1. at least your public puking wasn't on a police man. however, that particular "public servant" was a byu rent-a-cop man who had just given me a parking ticket. he probably deserved it.

  2. I'm so excited for you guys!

  3. At least you were running, maybe people will just assume it's because you are an extreme runner. You've just run a marathon. You're running a Forrest Gump amount.


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