I’m not saying I had the glow…you know the best compliment anyone can give an expecting mom. I mean, I was a mom-to-be who missed her glow because IT NEVER CAME. Not even a sprinkle of it. I waited for the moment to make strangers squint because I blinded them with my illuminating, bright and shiny everything-is-perfect pregnancy sparkle. Nope, It never happened.
Don’t get me wrong. I loved the idea of being pregnant. I couldn’t wait to try to conceive, take a test and watch it turn positive. Finally, I can be one of those high fashion women walking around the city showing off her adorable bump in designer maternity workout clothes with a permanent smile on my face.
I vowed to go to the gym three times a week, drink plenty of warm water (my fave) and continue to eat my top three meals, chicken parm, sushi and burritos. At 5 weeks and 6 days pregnancy was everything I expected it to be and more. I was happy and feeling great. On the first day of week 6 I jumped into the shower. As the water splashed into my mouth I had a bitter aftertaste. I knew I was about to vomit, but instead of being scared I was siked! Is it really happening? Am I experiencing my first episode of morning sickness? Gagging never felt so rewarding. Yes! Another sign that I’m really going to have a baby.
Let’s just say I factored in one or maybe two uninvited visits from the morning sickness monster, but never did I prepare for the nausea to last throughout my entire pregnancy. No longer, could I walk on the treadmill without getting motion sickness, think about chicken, guzzle down warm water or even let the image of sushi or burritos float in my head without dashing to the bathroom. I experienced many sleepless nights, false fears, and prayed for the lurking queasiness to go away. I battled with the condition up to the day my daughter arrived. The moment I looked at her wrinkled face and big eyes I knew it was all worth it and then…I asked the nurse for a bucket!