Lunching with a Pregnant Girl

Today was a wonderful dining experience that really exemplifies everything in my life right now. My grandfather, Mom, and Larry took me to Outlaw Deli, which continues to be one of my favorite places to eat, despite negative reviews from my co-workers. I ordered my usual, half a turkey sandwich and a bowl of broccoli-cheese soup (it should be noted that this is my second broccoli-cheese soup consumption in less than 24 hours).

While the other members of my family were at the counter ordering, I loaded up the typical bowl of complimentary pickles and banana peppers I usually get for the table to share. But the cranky pregnant girl couldn't wait and before my family had even gotten their drinks I had already finished the pickles and peppers. I then decided that what sounded like the best thing in the entire world was an entire bowl of banana peppers, which I proceeded to scarf down before any one else arrived at the table, despite the tears in my eyes from consuming that many peppers.

If that wasn't enough, when the food arrived I ate at lightening speed (secretly so I would stop burping up pepper taste). My family took their time finished their meals, but as soon as I finished mine I promptly fell asleep. People were talking to me and my eyes shut and the next thing I knew I was almost falling into my empty soup bowl. I have become the picture of class--who wouldn't want to lunch with a pepper chugging girl who belches and then falls asleep?

The Call of Spaghetti

These first few days have been strange. I thought it would take a while to feel any symptoms, but they are already present and accounted for. Still no morning sickness (my mom didn't have any either--yay genetics!).

I believe (and I have to guess here since I've never been pregnant before) that my cravings have begun. Starting last Thursday night and lasting through Saturday night I have been craving spaghetti. I mean, to the point that I almost burst into the tears when Larry had already eaten and wouldn't take me to Fizoli's. Luckily, they have a drive thru and twenty happy minutes later, I was sitting at home eating a huge bowl of pasta. YUM!

Friday night saw me dragging my family to Johnny Carino's for more spaghetti. Two things I learned: the minestrone soup at Johnny Carino's is brown for no good reason and the spaghetti is not at good as Fizoli's.

Saturday night Staylee took his Italian craving wife to Olive Garden. In this case, spaghetti was forgotten when I saw a picture of melted cheese stuff with bread for dipping and the appetizer sampler, including the yummiest calamari. I guess Staylee noticed that I was sneaking all the fried squid, which we were supposed to be sharing, because he backed off. Smart man. I was prepared to fight him for it.

The only aversion I have at the moment is mustard. Plain yellow French's mustard. Gross. I just saw a jar of it at my grandfather's and thought I was going to be ill. I usually love mustard, but yuck now.

The biggest sign that continues is that I am so tired I could die. At about 7 o'clock I start to lose my wind and by 9 it's about coma time for me. I've read all these websites that tell me what is going on with baby this week (6 weeks) and apparently that is a busy little blob. About the size of a pepper corn, its brain is developing, along with the limbs. No wonder I feel like the walking dead.

First Thoughts

Finding out you are pregnant is a surreal experience to say the least. I had blood taken yesterday afternoon and an hour later they called me to tell me the results. Of course, when she told me to results, my cell phone cut out so all I heard was "Your test was ---tive." My test was what? Positive!

I screamed "Oh My God!" and almost burst into tears. I called Staylee (who was already at work) and told him he had to meet me at the house at 5. Of course, he thought something was wrong, but I assured him it wasn't.

After work I pulled up to the house and Staylee pulled up right behind me. I went in and got a present for him out of the guest closet and told him to open it. He looked at me like I was nuts (and I was a little), but opened it. Inside was a little white bib with rainbow letters that said, "I Love My Daddy." He looked up at me completely bewildered and I said, "We're pregnant." Staylee started laughing like crazy and hugging me and kissing me over and over.

Although we have a told a very few people, it still doesn't feel real. I was thinking I had imagined it all when I got a call from my doctor to tell me what the insurance was going to cover. Crazy.

I am actually feeling good--no morning sickness, although I am dead tired and have to pee about every ten minutes. I'm excited and nervous to see what comes next!