I must admit, it’s pretty freaky having this… Alien inside of me. This has honestly become a quite momentous week – and I wouldn’t repeat it for a million dollars.
Let’s tell this story backwards (that is how I got into this situation, if memory serves me correctly):
Starting on Tuesday, I knew, and could barely contain shouting it from the hilltops, telling random strangers, and honestly, not using it as an excuse to be as uber-bitchy as I love being (to those deserving of it). Instead, Wednesday came, a few more people knew, and I started feeling…less concerned about miscarriage. Why?
It mainly boils down to the fact that my body was already becoming not mine. Some major highlights, not provided by Sportsnet… constant vomiting; constant vomiting while being hungrier than I’ve ever been in my whole life (and I’ve fasted for more than 8 days, before); constant vomiting and hunger while wanting the really weird foods (tuna slathered in pickles, mayo and mustard, anyone? how about white toast with melted hersey’s kisses or that Lipton onion soup that people use as a recipe ingredient?); constant yada yada yada while virtually passing out with any movement; and constant blah blah blah, coupled with dog nose – the ability to smell anything, anywhere, as long as it’s something that will: (a) make me vomit; (b) make me need to eat; or (c) mourn for a beer/caesar/screwdriver/anything illegal in powdered form. So, I suffered for 2 days, took Thursday and Friday off of work, only to find out that I was supposed to go on bedrest, starting Wednesday and someone at work didn’t give me the message.
Turns out that I have dangerously low blood pressure (explains the constant need for soup, Mr. Noodles, chips and crackers), which is making my pre-existing heart condition worse. Basically said: every time that I stand up, my blood pressure spikes negatively, and that helps my heart to skip a beat or two.
The moral: I shouldn’t worry as much about miscarriage during these next couple of months, since the baby has already taken over and is legitimately risking my life. I know I’ll be fine, and even if I didn’t know that, I still couldn’t change the path that I’m on. After 7 practice rounds, I am not able to forfeit this game.
