I woke up this morning and knew it was going to be a Bad Day. The kind of day where I spend most of my time hanging over the toilet. I never know when the Bad Days are going to happen...yesterday I wasn't sick at all, which caused me to get my hopes up that maybe I was getting to the light at the end of this vomit-filled tunnel.
Which made today feel that much worse.
And to top it all off, I started worrying. Which may not sound like a bad thing, but since I became pregnant, worrying is a very dangerous pastime. A normal person can worry about something, come up with a solution, or at least talk themselves out of worrying, and be done with it, but I don't have that ability lately.
For example, an innocent twinge of worry about the baby's health leads me to a hysterical belief that I'm actually carrying a four-headed, gender-neutral swamp creature. I try to tell Giovanni how I feel, but he just smiles and says if that happens, we'll love it anyway and name it Shrek.
That's supposed to make me feel better?
But today the worry of choice was my teeth. I've thrown up so much lately that I'm terrified that my teeth are going to rot like a bulimic person's. So I walked around the house, sniffling and feeling sorry for myself...I'm not thin, so no one will believe I'm bulimic, I told myself. Everyone will look at my rotting teeth and assume I'm a pregnant crystal meth addict...and when I give birth to Shrek, they'll all shake their heads, and say, "That's what happens when you do drugs during pregnancy.".
More tears.
(My teeth are actually fine, by the way.)
I finally dragged myself out of the pity pit just in time for a call from G, informing me that he was surprising me with a night out, and I got to pick the restaurant.
Have I mentioned how much I love him?
I picked Stix-there's something so James Bond-ish about that place. I always feel about 6 million times cooler when I step through the doors.
We always stick to the Chinese side-I love how dark it is and the very zen music.
It was a lovely meal and a lovely night, and I felt considerably more Bond Girl, less emotional wreck when I got home than when I left.
Mission accomplished.
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5 comments:
aww...
I was worried throughout my whole pregnancy too....Don't feel like youre the only one....
And I think your teeth are going to be just fine......
Love ya girl!
that is so funny that you said that because lately I have been up at all kinds of hour in the night worried about what the baby is going to look like and that if I drink coffe it will become addicted to it and not want to drink its milk but then I think about the time and know that its just lack of sleep that makes me worry like that
I meant to say too much coffe
Poor girl! I would be the same way! Don't worry though. You are going to have a GORGEOUS and healthy child! And you're teeth are going to stay just as pretty as they are now. Love ya'll
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