
After learning we were pregnant on vacation a couple weeks ago, a few things started to make a little more sense. Our first night on the road, in Durham, NC, I had my first experience with late night pregnancy duty when January woke up at 2am barely able to breathe. At the time our only guess was that it was the crappy food we had been eating on the road, but it retrospect it kind of makes sense. I guess the moment a pregnancy begins, the body begins to metabolize food a lot slower, which means the fried shrimp and queso dip we had at Chili's was sitting in January's system that much longer. I, of course, fulfilled my husbandly duties of tracking down antacids and bready food in a town I didn't know at all and about an hour later everything was back to normal. As far as we knew, at least.
So far January's been a real trooper. Despite eight hours of nausea each day and what I'm sure is a great deal is miscomfort, she's been hanging in there and continuing to eat good food and keep up with a heavy wedding season workload. That's not to say that her body isn't screaming at her for some stranger-than-usual food and throwing tantrums over food that she normally is quite fond of. So far on the never-to-be-served-again list is peanut butter and fish. A few of the items that she can't seem to get enough of are watermellon, strawberries, sushi (strictly vegetable sushi -- no raw meat), hot dogs, and rice krispy treats. So really, as far as cravings go, she's got some good taste here. Nothing I wouldn't mind helping her out with when she has leftovers.
Her body has had it's occasional demands, however, and that brings me to our midnight trip to Walmart. If you know me, you know I am by no means a fan of Walmart. I actually don't think I've been to a Walmart since my college days in Indiana when the only thing there was to do past midnight was drive half an hour to Muncie and a) eat Taco Bell; or b) eat Steak 'n Shake; or c) wanter around Walmart. But tonight my will met its match in January's insistance that it is just too hot upstairs for a pregnant woman to sleep. I put up my resistance, but was ultimately convinced that we needed a window air conditioner in our bedoom immediately. So, two hours and $125 later, she's sleeping peacefully in our 68 degree bedroom. And while I did put up a bit of a resistance to this purchase, I have to say it was a good decision.
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