The date of May 23rd holds meaning in my family. My brother, Brandon, was born on May 23rd, and my cousin, Malcolm, was born exactly one year later on May 23rd. My maternal grandmother passed away on May 23rd. This date is one on which we hold our breath, anxious for what the day will bring. Monday, May 23, 2011 was no different. Three drops on litmus paper and two minutes later, a faint pink line. "Wait," I thought. "Let me check the back of the box. I think it's suppose to be darker." Nope. Tiffany, you and Brian are starting a family! I took a picture of the pregnancy test, knowing from what some friends told me that it doesn't stay "positive" forever. I also took a picture of the back of the box as I wasn't too sure how well Brian paid attention in health class many, many moons ago. Turns out, I was right to take a picture of the box. I think he was absent on the day they went through the female reproductive system. No worries. He'll get his fair share of learning as the months progress.
The Saturday before "the faint pink line," Brian and I spent the day together. We went to the classical radio station where he gave a testimonial as to why he gives money to them every month. I was so proud of him. He spoke from the heart - which he always does - and it makes me love him even more. We stopped for some fast food for breakfast that morning. We don't do that too often, but we had to leave the house in time to make it to the radio station, so Burger King it was. I told Brian I would take him to Ted's Hot Dogs, a "must-go" restaurant in Tempe which always has a line out the door. Later that evening, we were going to Bobby Q's for my friends sons' 13th birthday. It was a day full of eating out. On our way to Bobby Q's, I mentioned to Brian that I felt nauseous and couldn't believe we ate out for every meal that day. Despite the nausea, I ordered light and just had a grilled chicken caesar salad. Why am I telling you this? Because we NEVER eat out that much. EVER. Of course I associated the nausea with eating out. Wouldn't any other person?
Then there was the, "I feel like I should have had my period three days ago," moments. In fact, the Friday before the "faint pink line," I asked a friend at work if I could have a pad or tampon. It felt like I was going to start any minute! Needless to say, it never came.
I don't know if it was after I saw the faint pink line that I started to feel the heartburn, or if it was just that I was naturally tuned into it at that point. Either way, I feel like I've been burping my way throughout the days. I posted my due date somewhere and it told me I had about 242 days to go. Wow. That's a lot of burping...
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