surprises

It's been loads of fun spreading the news about our parakeet. Becoming a mom (in whatever way possible) is seeming like joining an exclusive club, but a very welcoming one. And I'm enjoying stories about pregnancy, birth, and babies more now that it's personal. Before, it was just part of my job. Unless you were a close friend, I didn't want to get into it. Especially during the last year and a half when I didn't even want to look at a pregnant person.

While to some this may sound cold, "Your a nurse and you don't want to hear about other people's experiences?" may I offer the following comparison. If you are my patient, I want to hear about it. If you are my friend, I'm willing to listen. If you are a stranger and we are standing in line for wedding cake, I don't care about how you pushed for three hours and pooped on your doctor. (This happened at the wedding of Kevin's co-worker three years ago).

So I hear that as you enter your second trimester, pregnancy is fun! Energy! Appitite! Sexual drive! Hi ho hi ho. Feeling optimistic, I started my morning with a glass of milk and held off on breakfast.

I saw the error of my ways as I drive heaved for five minutes a half an hour later.

Guess not.