I decided long ago that I had wanted to be a mom when I grew up. In high school as graduation neared, I came to the conclusion that I needed to find a career path so if I never married, well, at least I could bury myself in my job until the time came for me to meet Mr. Right. Fortunately in the last half of my senior year of high school I met my husband to be, Kyle. At that point I had already decided to become a physical therapist and I was enrolled in a 5 year program. Well, as you can imagine, it was a tough 5 years but we stuck it out and we were married the summer I graduated in June of 2006. If Kyle would have said lets do it, I’d have made a baby right then and there. We decided to hold off, Kyle felt maybe 2 years, I decided, well, maybe 1 year.
A year passed and it was time for our one year anniversary. We had taken a trip for our anniversary in April to Newport, RI, where I decided, enough was enough, I was tired of birth control. Within two weeks of our return from RI I went off the BC. Our anniversary came and we celebrated all weekend, with various activities, many including food and wine, and that other stuff that married peoples do. We’ll just say, “the cat slept in the moonlight” alot. For those of you not in our close circle of friends, we’ll let you decide what that means, just think and you’ll get it. After our fun weekend of anniversary, I woke up nauseated and thought it was weird, but could have been from all the food and drink. Kyle joked about getting a pregnancy test, and well I took it, and low and behold, two lines! What an anniversary gift! When I broke the wonderful news to Kyle, he laughed and cried for about 15 minutes, then went upstairs to lay down. I found him diagonal on the bed, face down. Men….
I was so excited and nervous to be pregnant! Then, like clockwork, the nausea started. At first it was me just feeling really sick all day, like I was going to throw up, but it would not come out. Luckily, I was still able to sleep at night, but I was afraid to go to bed because I’d wake up and be sick all over again. Plus, my job did not know I was pregnant yet. Each morning, I woke up, cried until I got to Turkey Hill where I purchased a 32 oz coke slushy (the only thing I could eat prior to 10 am when then I could eat saltines), then I went to work. Eventually I had to tell my boss because my two 32 ounce slushies a day were not cutting it anymore. I began to dry heave each morning several times before work until finally my midwife introduced me to a wonderful lifesaving drug called Zofran! Don’t worry kids, Elijah turned out fine. It continued to be a rough go through the second trimester, including a car accident, but near the end of the third, the nausea was almost nonexistent, thanks to Mr. Zofran. I struggled with wanting to find out the sex of the baby, but Kyle made a strong case for finding out, so I caved, and boy am I glad I did. It was still exciting and fun to start calling my belly Elijah instead of baby.
Things were starting to wind down, I had amazing belly pictures taken by Pea Pod Photography, my child birth class was coming up and I still had not had my main baby shower. Thanks to my coworkers for throwing my “pampered chef” party! We went to the childbirth class a little more than 4 weeks before Eli was due, and I was having contractions the whole time. We left the class and went home to my girlfriends blindfolding me, kidnapping me, and taking me to my baby shower! It happened all just in time because the following weekend Eli came, 3 and a half weeks early! I became a mom on January 20, 2008, finally my dream job! So for all of you out there, they call me mom.
