The Sickness!

Well, on with the story...

This part is a little sad, but it's something that I want to remember and part of my story! So I am including it!

While I was on the phone with my parents telling them that I was pregnant, Kyle's mom called him to tell him that his grandma (her mother) had just passed out and was in the hospital not doing well. She passed away two nights later on November 3rd. (i'm pretty sure it was the 3rd, in my defense, I didn't feel so great at the time and my memory is a little foggy). The funeral was set for the following Friday.

So this might turn out to be a problem in our plan of keeping my pregnancy a secret from Kyle's family. It was going to be easy with his family all the way in Missouri! But we ended up just telling them that one of us had to stay home for the apartments. Now, this was not entirely untrue! I know our boss would have let us both go if we had asked but it was easier to just pretend that I had to stay.

But this created another problem! I could barely take care of myself and I was going to be alone for a whole weekend! Luckily I have amazing family and I stayed the weekend at my Aunt's house. I also spent some time with my cousin Melissa who helped me with my separation anxiety from Kyle. That was the first (and hopefully only) time we spent a night away from each other! It probably didn't help that I was sick.

So Kyle got home Sunday night (finally!) and that is when things started getting worse! -I realize that I made it sound like Kyle's fault but it wasn't... it was my own and just happened to start the day after he got back. I thought that I had been keeping myself hydrated enough but looking back I realize that I did not and it resulted in the worst week of my life! I literally threw up everything for 6 days!! I was sooo miserable.

On the 6th day Kyle made himself an egg and sausage on a bagel sand which for lunch. Can I just tell you that it was literally the most amazing smelling food I had ever smelled. So I forced him to give me a bite. It was such a small piece but it was so amazing. And I didn't even throw it up! So a few hours later he made himself some flautas (Costco - so good)

I thought that his egg sandwich smelled good. And then I smelled (is that even a word?) his flautas and I knew that if I didn't have eight of those flautas that I would literally fall over and die. So I ate two of them and didn't throw up. And thus, my recovery began! And Flautas became my best friend. Also water. Water is still my favorite thing in the world. Water does the body good!

I soon found out that I would need to eat about every three hours in order to keep the baby happy... That has been the most challenging thing to do!

Luckily I have not been craving chocolate and ice cream as much as I used to so at least I've got that going for me!

Oh, and I was able to eat lots of food on Thanksgiving as well! Probably more food than I have ever consumed on thanksgiving in years past!