Around the eight week mark I remember thinking, “Oh this is what they meant by morning sickness.” I was feeling a little on the nauseous side, but was still managing to work regular hours, eat my regular diet, etc. Boy was I wrong. Around week 11, I thought I was laying on my deathbed. I had only eaten white rice and saltine crackers for six days straight. I was drinking Gatorade concoctions that we’re just as easy coming up as going down. Every time I thought I was feeling better, I spent two more hours puking.
I don’t know the words to describe how lazy I had become. I was disgusted with my body and everything about myself. If I smelled something too sweet or too sour, I threw up. If I added something to my boring rice, I threw up. If I walked up the stairs too fast, you guessed it, I spent 15 minutes with my head in the toilet dry heaving.
This was around the time I got my puppy, Copper. Copper was only 4 months old but we considered him my support dog. He knew before I did when I was about to hurl. Instead of sitting by the bedroom door to go downstairs, he whined at the bathroom door. Every time I pulled out the pillow that I sat on to protect my bum through everlasting puking, he trotted right behind me and laid quietly next to me. He put his head in my lap, and lightly licked my knee.
Believe me, I tried everything to combat the nightmare of morning (which should be called all day) sickness that I read in every pregnancy book or blog. Nothing had helped me besides sleeping for 27 days. My temporary relief was a combination of Unisom and Vitamin B, but all it did was knock me out.
I wish I had advice for everyone else struggling with morning sickness, but all I can say is a little prayer for you. I’m starting to understand what Coach Carr from Mean Girls meant when he said “Don’t have sex. You will get pregnant. And Die.”
My first call has always been my mother. We’ve always had the type of a relationship where I was never afraid to talk to her about anything. I quickly realized telling her I am pregnant happened to be the only time I have feared telling her something. The last thing I wanted to hear was her disappointment in being the mother of a pregnant teenager. I felt she would be supportive, but show her concern.Two days after finding out, I had breakfast at home with my mom and stepdad. I couldn’t find a good time to ease into the conversation, so I dropped the bomb.
“I’m pregnant.” Jerel’s eyes immediately drew to my mother who waited for what felt like hours to say, “okay”. Of course she had questions, but none I didn’t expect. What do you want to do? I don’t know. How do you feel? I’m not sure. How does Isaiah feel? I don’t know. Luckily, the conversation ended in happy tears and one thrilled grandma-to-be.
A week later, I surprised my sister. I set up the camera which made her nervous, and handed her a wrapped gift. She opened it up to find a Hydroflask that she had picked out earlier that day with me. She was too confused to look at the sticker on it that read “Auntie Meg,” but once she did, she went into a light shock- asking if I’m lying, continuously saying “no,” and speaking with a silly accent. Once she heard the due date, she expressed her excitement.
Following the announcement to my sister, we told Isaiah’s brother. We bought a shirt that read “Only the best brothers get promoted to uncle,” and surprised him with it in the gym parking lot after he finished his workout. As excited as he was, Mike’s friend’s reaction was much funnier. His jaw DROPPED.
Isaiah’s mom had invited us over for lasagna one night so we surprised his sister and mother then. Before dinner, we gifted his sister a keychain. It took her a lot longer than we expected to process what the keychain that read “You are my favorite aunt” meant. She kept saying “aunt” trying to make it make sense. As soon as she caught on she bounced around and gave hugs. After eating dinner, we gave his mom the book we customized. Inside the cover of the children’s book I Love You, Grandma, we wrote “For Grandma Rhonda” and included a photo of an ultrasound. Needless to say, tears were shed. After all, this is the first grandchild!