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May 14, 2001
A Happy Belated Mothers Day to all the ladies on this board! I’ve read so many posts today and it seems this holiday has brought much sadness and much happiness. I pray that everyone will find only happiness next time around.
Well, lucky me, I got to work twelve-hour shifts all weekend at the hospital. Fun, fun, fun. I really deserved my money this weekend for the work that I put in. I was so busy. On Saturday, that “first trimester fatigue” hit me like a ton of bricks. My charge nurse finally looked at me, looking drunk as I stumbled down the hall, and said, “Christina, GO lay down, even if it’s just for a short time. You look like a walking zombie and I’m afraid for your patients.” I actually just put my head down for about ten minutes, but had a whole new second wind by the afternoon. I have not felt that tired since I did an all-nighter back in nursing school. It’s the weirdest feeling. I’m told I can look forward to this some more until the end of the first trimester. Fun times ahead, no doubt! My charge nurse was very supportive… she’s had three of her own and has had lots of great advice for me!
On Sunday, Mike left me a little picture on the bathroom mirror. He used our digital camera and took a picture of our dog, Dorie. He then used photo-enhancing software and spruced it up… put a wig on her head and a rose in her hand and a bubble coming from her mouth that said, “Happy Mothers Day”. I was so tickled!! It is SO cute… and it will definitely go into the scrapbook. I left my sleeping hubby and went to work. In the afternoon, I was sitting behind the nurses station and I heard someone say, “Christina? Sure she’s right back here.” So I peek my head around and the corner and low and behold… Mike is standing there! He had brought me a Mothers Day corsage, a dozen white roses, and a card that he made himself on the computer… it’s a pocket sized card that he laminated so that I could carry it around in my pocket. Just about brought me to tears right there in the nurses station. I have the greatest husband in the world. I really do. Everyone at work knows it too… and they are always reminding me. God really must know how to get two people to meet… because there is really NO ONE else in this world that I could be married to… and the fact that we actually got together and met is just a miracle. I am in awe of it every single day.
So, yes, I had a very special Mothers Day. I am so blessed. I was able to call my mom in Hawaii last night and talk to her. It is true what they say (whoever “they” is)… you appreciate your mom in a totally different way once you have children of your own. Well, I don’t actually have a child yet but I have one growing inside me. I think I mentioned in a post before that shortly after I found out I was pregnant, I was cruising the WalMart and they announced that a child was lost. For some reason, that announcement hit me differently than it ever had before. I just touched my tummy and my heart broke for that little girl’s mother. I vaguely remember a time when I was little and getting lost in a department store. I remember how terrified I felt that I would never see my mommy again. Now, I had a small glimpse of what my mother had been going through. I also remember a time when my little brother (who was probably about 10 at the time) didn’t come home after school. He didn’t call either. Very unlike him. I remember it was getting dark… my poor mother was so desperate that she was walking in the street just shouting his name… but it wasn’t coming out very well because she was crying at the same time. I was scared to death that day too… but I think of it so differently now. Luckily, he was safe… stopped at a friend’s house and lost track of the time… but he had no idea that while he was having fun with a friend, his mother’s world had stopped.
My mom raised me and my brother all alone. She did a fabulous job. She had one income. As she says, “We were poor”. But you know what? I never felt poor. Ever. I never, ever remember feeling hungry. I never, ever went without the things I needed. I know my mom made sacrifices on our behalf, but we never went without. We lived a great life for being “poor”. My mother is wonderful. I have always had a great relationship with her, even in the torrid teenage years. I admit, there were moments when I “hated” her… because she just didn’t understand that doing chores was getting in the way of MY time. And of course she was a teenager way too long ago to understand what being a teenager is like now… hahaha. I love my mom. She is the greatest lady. She instilled some wonderful values in us and I will always have her to thank. I am so glad to have a mom… who is looking so forward to being a grandmother.
As far as this pregnancy goes… still feeling about the same… tired, sore boobs, and waves of nausea. The nausea is pretty mild and I’ve never vomited yet. (Here’s me, crossing my fingers tight.) I’ve told everyone at work this week and I couldn’t ask for a better support group. Everyone is very excited for me. I still have my first doctor’s appointment on June 5th. I can’t wait to get a due date already!! We won’t know until that first ultrasound.
So I guess that is my story for this week. I’m counting the days until my first ultrasound and appointment. It seems like it will never come!! Hahaha. I am really trying to just enjoy every day… but this part is hard when you see no progress each day. I continue to journal on an almost daily basis and that helps. Anyway, here’s wishing lots of baby dust to everyone on the boards… please come and join the pregnancy boom! Until next week…take care and good luck to everyone!
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~~Christina and baby
EDD January 2002
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