Right now I'm 34weeks, 6 days pregnant, and the past seven months seem like a whirlwind. There have been a few bumps in the road, but the most important thing is that I'm at home now {on bed-rest}, and our baby girl seems to be growing and doing great.
I'd like to say I'll be back to share the rest of our pregnancy stories, but these days we're taking things one day at a time, so I can't make any promises.
Here's how it all began...
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It must have been the sweet rice, I thought to myself. Why did I eat so much sweet rice?
Sweet rice was my dad's absolute favorite, so of course it was part of our Father's Day lunch.
That's probably what made me feel bad, right? I mean, I ate a lot of sweet rice.
I called Brandon to let him know I was about half way home and told him I had a weird queasy feeling in my stomach. We agreed to spend that evening doing nothing, thinking that a little rest and relaxation may do the trick.
Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday came and went, and not only did I still feel queasy, but I was completely 100% exhausted. I spent those three days laying on the couch in my pajamas, promising Brandon each night that I had some kind of stomach bug and that my laziness was not a permanent thing. I had resigned from my job the month before, and I didn't want him thinking that this was the new norm.
Thursday I decided it may be good to get out of the house, so we made plans to go to the driving range that evening. Brandon called when he left the office and mentioned that Julian and Michelle might meet us there.
I should have known in that moment what was really going on.
I started crying.
"I don't want anyone else to go with us," I told B. "I just want it to be you and me!"
"But Emily, I don't even know for sure if they're coming," Brandon said.
"It's not that I don't want them to come, I just don't want to fix my hair and put on make-up!"
After we got off the phone I glanced at myself in the mirror and realized how ridiculous this all was. Why in the world was I crying?? I washed my face, ran the straightener through my hair and put on my favorite casual but cute, neon t-shirt from Gap. And I put on a little make-up.
We got to the golf course, and the weather was perfect. Sunny but not too hot. Brandon went and bought a bucket of golf balls, and I walked over to the driving range to choose our spot. We took turns for a while, until my nauseous/queasy feeling got the best of me. Brandon finished off the bucket, and I sat in the shade and watched, trying my absolute best to enjoy this time with my husband that I had missed so much when I was working every evening.
But despite my efforts, by the time we left the golf course I was miserable. I felt so nauseous and so tired, and all I wanted to do was eat. Brandon started listing off restaurants; Chili's, Roadhouse, some of our usual go-to places, but the thought of any kind of meat or vegetable only made my queasy feeling worse.
"IHOP," I said.
"IHOP??" Brandon asked.
"Yes, IHOP. I need pancakes."
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Four days later I found out I was pregnant.
