First trimester

Nobody really tells you that you might find death more enticing than the first trimester....but it is true. If I were not alive, I would not feel so sick all of the time. No, you don't need to go on Suicide watch...I'm not actually contemplating death, especially when I've discovered that I am not sick when I am asleep (waking up is a different matter). Today the nurse said our priority is staying hydrated, and I am working on that. She said bananas, apple juice, toast (do you know how many breads have soy???), and or course, rice. The BRAT diet. She said to keep on with the popsicles, and to try seven up. But, I have to say, orange popsicle really burns when it comes out of your nose. They all say it will pass, and sooner is better by me.

I love how nobody warns you about the first trimester, until you are experiencing it. How many times in the last two weeks have I heard, "oh, first trimester..." like its a secret club. What a sucky club. Here's what I know, Dan has become a master at cleaning the bathroom.

The nurses in the doctor's office are all excited. They all know me because I am there so much for allergy shots.

We also have a due date: March 17. So we could have a St. Patrick's Day baby with an appropriate last name. If we go on March 15 that would be cool because it is my grandma's birthday, and the 11th is my parent's anniversary. The 13th is Dan's half birthday (a bit of a stretch for significance???). We'll be just a few weeks behind Dan's cousin's second baby, and that is exciting too.

sick, sick, sick, and a little crabby

So, first the crabby. I traveled to Adventureland with the Galaxy (the after school youth center) on Wednesday. It was a long day and I only got to ride three rides. We rode home on a school bus and I had the misfortune of sitting near the most annoying kid I have ever met. He had a plastic water bottle with a straw that he kept making terrible high pitched squeaky noises with. Finally I turned to him and told him that if he didn't stop I would shove the straw down his throat and throw the water bottle out the window. He stopped. Everyone else laughed at me.

Now for the sick part. We have a suspicion that lack of allergy meds equals me actually having reactions to my mild food allergies. I accidentally ate shrimp last week--sick for two days. So my prenatal vitamins happen to have soy (have you ever checked food labels, it seems everything is made with soy). I started them on Wednesday night--threw up twice on Thursday, twice on Friday, twice on Saturday, stopped taking the vitamin, and still threw up three times on Sunday. We're talking violent, until there is only bile left in me and that comes up too. Friday I even threw up while taking a shower. Tomorrow I meet with the nurse for the medical history/blood test happiness, and we'll have to get this figured out. I almost had Dan take me to the hospital for fluids on Saturday. Tonight I ate two big popsicles, and so far so good. We also asked a retired OB/GYN friend and he said as long as I get folic acid and iron things should be good, so Dan picked up some organic, non soy containing supplements for me at New Pioneer Coop in Iowa City today.

Our siblings are sooooooo excited! Yesterday Chris called to tell us that he and Dan's parents were going phone shopping, and would it be a good idea for everyone to get quality camera phones with photo sharing capabilities due to "upcoming events" that our parents don't know about yet. I said yet, and I guess he had quite a time convincing them, but he was successful. He and Dan have been scheming to get the parents and us in the same place at the same time so we can tell them in person.

Official.

Today babycue became official. I stopped by to see Dr. B and all was confirmed. Dan and I have decided babycue likes to remind he/she is there by making me nauseous all day long.

Diagnosis: Pregnancy

Responsible party: Dan McCue.