I feel weird.

Was my morning sickness going to be like my sisters? God I hope not! She would throw up all day long for the first 12 weeks and her pretty brown skin had turned to a nice chalky white color. She could not keep anything on her stomach which would lead to hospitals, IVs with fluids or bedrest. Nope, my morning sickness would be different because it was MINE. 

I started to feel weird...blah...flu like symptoms- achy body, unsettled stomach, slight headache and kinda just UGH. I would wake up and try to get ready which would only make it worst. Of course when 12 noon came around and morning was over, the sickness would stay for the rest of the day. 

MY morning sickness started off while at Famous Dave's. I ordered my usual dish of lemon roasted chicken and could not eat any of it. It simply tasted BLAH. "What is going on?" I asked myself. I LOVELOVELOVE Famous Dave's and couldn't eat anything but a salad for dinner. For dessert we ordered bread pudding. It wasn't until we were driving off in the car when I realized that was THEE best thing I had ate all day. I mentioned to Marc we should have gotten an order of bread pudding to take home. His response was that he would just make me some...normally I would have been find with him experimenting and eating the pudding around midnight, but something came over me. "UMMM, no, I'm gonna need their bread pudding and NOooowwW." What was this urgency to want to eat something specific? Why couldn't I eat Marc's bread pudding? 

This is what you call simply pregnancy. At times I didn't want everything or anything specific. It just depended on the moment. I could think I wanted something and once I tasted it, want something completely different. I didn't totally understand what was happening to my body, but I realized one important thing very quickly. But the main factor was that I would have to have it NOW. A pregnant stomach does not wait for anyone. The hunger urge to eat is so overwhelming that you cannot think about anything else. If you don't get your food, then basically your life or anyone else's life around you is over. 

I felt weird at work too. How I wish morning sickness knew to only appear at home and while you are in the bed, preferably while sleeping. There was this SMELL/ODOR/SOMETHING in my office. I couldn't take it because it made me gag. I relocated about three times before I settled back into cubeville where the air runs freely. I get tired of people asking me, "Why arent you in your office??" I just tell them I got demoted so then they will really leave me alone. It's been about 12 weeks now and I still can't go back into my office. 

Oh my goodness, I wanted to keep writing, but cannot keep my eyes open and its only 9:30pm...did I mention I've been in the bed since 7:30pm? This is what you call- exhaustion! Everything aches and I'm too tired to continue to type without writing in gibberish. More to come later. I. Must. Stop. Now. 

Sidenote: Has anyone ever watched the movie, Something New, and watched Alfre Woodward's face when she realized that Blair Underwood may propose to her daughter, Sanaa Lathan? "Oh my Goooddd" Her face is priceless and I am cracking up right now. 

Road to Pregnancy

I've always wanted children but wasn't exactly the kid-friendly person. My hubby is a kid magnet. Kids from all over the country stand in line to play with him. Ok, maybe not all over, but he does have a swarm of kids surrounding him on any given Sunday after church. Me on the other hand, could play with kids for about 5 minutes before my ADD would kick in. 

To be a woman, means that you birth babies, this is what separates us from the men. When Marc and I were dating, the question everyone asks was "When are you getting married?" After Marc and I got hitched the question immediately became, "How is married life?" which was quickly followed by, "When are you going to have a baby?" It seems as though no one is ever satisfied with someone ELSE'S present state of life, they are always wanting more.

I wanted kids, but also looked at it as it was just the next step in life. I never really thought about what it would mean to me, my body, or overall lifestyle. Although I did think it was incredibly cool that Marc and I could actually CREATE a life and therefore we started trying in December 2008. 

Call me Fertile Mertile like my mother because it happened the next month! January 19-MLK day and one day before the first African American President of the United States, Barack Obama was sworn into office. I woke Marc up around 6:50am and showed him shirt that read, "Baby Daddy!" We called our two sets of parents on three-way and shared the news with them. Everyone was super excited! That Thursday Marc traveled back to Tampa to work the Superbowl. I had been feeling slightly crampy and unsure of what was happening in my body. Long story short, the next day my doctor confirmed a miscarriage. With Marc in Tampa I stayed with my parents. It was interesting to experience excitement on Thursday and sadness on Friday. I imagined I would not truly be able to move past the loss, until I was pregnant again. So we kept trying...even when the doctor told us to wait- we didn't. 

It was May 17 and five days after a negative test we got a Big Fat Positive (BFP)!! The excitement was back and we immediately prayed for a happy and healthy child to be delivered at FULL Term with no complications. The journey had started... 

Song: Bless the Lord (Son of Man) by Tye Tribbett & G. A. 

You are my Strength, My Deliverer

The One who rescued me

My hope, my redeemer

Your love has set me free!! 

Today we find out It's A.....

-JOHN 16:21 A woman giving birth to a child has pain because her time has come; but when her baby is born she forgets the anguish because of her joy that her child is born into the world.

This verse has been at the forefront of my mind since my Uncle showed it to me. While my mom had told me this had been her experience, she didn't know it was a Bible verse. I figured my mom was just talking. Since it's scripture, I hold it dear to my heart. What I find so true about the verse though, is it is not just talking about giving labor...the 9-10 months of pregnancy itself, brings pain.

Today I am 19 weeks pregnant with our first child. It's going to be one of my greatest (does this website have sarcastic faces?) pregnancy days as we find out the sex of the baby.

The purpose of this blog is to tell of MY pregnancy experience. Not yours, not yo mamas or sisters, but MINE. It's been a tad bit difficult, but I'll explain all that in the entries to come.

While some may understand my experience, humor and lack of emotions, I figure most will not. But once again it's my story. So I'm gonna tell it!

O! Before I forget, some posts will have song lyrics or verses which encouraged me or helped me through the day. I hope they will be a blessing to you as they are to me.