One year ago, on Wednesday, March 21, we found out that we were expecting. That evening was surreal as I bought pregnancy tests thinking that I was just being paranoid and then got a big fat + sign staring back at me. *How am I going to tell T??*
This past weekend, the weather turned in Houston. We have had highs in the 80s for 5 days, and the spring flowers are in full effect. The azaleas are amazing!
Me to myself: “How come I didn’t notice this last year? It’s so pretty!!”
“Oh yeah, because last year I spent the entire spring trying to keep my cookies down.”
Sunday, I became nauseous. The sweet smell of pollen, the feel of the sticky warm weather. Even the feel of the nice AC blowing on me when I walk inside. PREGNANCY DéJà VU! I felt so weird yesterday that I took a pregnancy test. I am not pregnant.
My aunt told me that she had to throw away a pair of earrings after my cousin was born because she had worn them all the time while she was pregnant, and they made her nauseous. Now I understand.