The first trimester, i'm told, is the worst three months of pregnancy. For me, it was a lot of time spent in the bathroom, holding hair, making wash-clothes, flushing toilets and patting on the back. It's hard to pat my own back and hold my own hair....but after watching Abby...I made it work.
We were first in denial of pregnancy despite the massive quantities or sprite consumed and the queasy stomach. We bought a reputable all inclusive pee strip pregnancy test and followed the instructions to a "T". Our denial was so strong that we debated the darkness of the line. It was not as dark as we "thought" it should have been and that only fueled the river we knew existed in Egypt.
We confirmed our pregnancy with the back up pee stick, sickness and locating an atlas to discover the real truth about rivers in Egypt. Between you and me, the atlas is what sealed the deal for me (and now that joke is run into the ground).
The puking soon came when we were in the middle of moving to the new house we had just purchased. Not only did we have work to do on the new house and old house, we had to take puke breaks. So it went work, work, work, puke, work work, puke, eat, work, puke, gummy worm. The dirty secret about the first trimester is that every woman has specialized cravings specific to what can be successfully and rapidly flushed from the stomach....and that tastes okay on the way up. Everyone gave us what worked for them in their first trimester which we tried to no avail...so gummy worms and cereal was the staple for my baby...and my babies baby.
Our babies veins are probably full of gelatin. That's cool.
Josh
President of Fatherly Duties
JandA Corp
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