So the stomach flu hit me Wednesday night like a two-ton heavy thing. The good news is that violent sickness like that really put morning sickness right into perspective. As always, some unexpected lessons learned along the way. Like I said this particular stomach storm hit around 9:30 p.m and continued throughout the night finally letting up slightly at around 4:30 a.m. As I lean toward drama, I tried really hard to stay calm and just breath between blows and kept telling myself it'll really be okay. No need to wake up the peacefully sleeping Matt, no need at all. Except that I'm possibly dying over here! But I am a big girl, because you know, I'm going to be a mom and all, and got myself through the night, thinking good thoughts for baby. By morning I felt a little guilty. Maybe I should've woken him. In fact, we probably should've gone to the hospital straight away. What if I've permanently damaged the baby in my effort not to be overly dramatic? After calling in sick to work, I called the doctor's office and got this reassuring nugget.
"Worry about you, not the baby. The baby is essentially a parasite and will take what it needs from you. No matter what it costs you. Welcome to the rest of your life."
I'm paraphrasing only a little. So that was, you know, totally reassuring. And also disturbing. I spent the next day sick and freaked out about what we've done here. I can't possibly have a kid that I'm in charge of. I'm not a big girl myself somedays so how exactly is this going to work? But I'm upright now and slightly less wigged out about that train of thought. I'm confident I'll raise a kid strong enough to survive me.
Also learned that I really can completely check out of my life for two days and things will be just fine when I come to. Would a tropical vacation have been a more pleasant way to learn that lesson? Well, sure. But nonetheless, I feel more comfortable with my recent resignation as General Manager of the Universe.
Photo from Olive Sandwiches a super cool company based out of my old digs in Gig Harbor. The magnet is a gift from my super cool friend Christine.