Your Dada and I, newly wed, originally decided to wait a year or two but in a couple days the conception method timing happened to be right and on a heavily influenced whim we wondered, "Lets see, why not?"
Thence fire bird darling, you started your 39 weeks 3 days bake. Some how I knew before I officially knew like the Princess in the fairytale, "The Princess and the Pea." My body and soul registered the shift while my mind continued to doubt. On Christmas eve, four pregnancy tests later, the quadruple double line affirmations of your existence was surreal. We were ecstatic!
"Morning" sickness my ass!" January 2015
Needful to say the first few MONTHS of ALL DAY sickness did NOT go quickly, I lost 10 pounds and became frustrated and irritable. Sipping water, nibbling on salt prunes and rice cakes the equivalent of styrofoam, feeling an insatiable thirst and hunger that my body wouldn't allow me to assuage was insanity inducing! Worse, I worried that you My Dear P were being affected, I cried a lot but I prayed too and Doc said you were doing great.
God, I would like to think, wanted me to love you and appreciate you more. Seven or eight weeks in I began to spot. Avó Camille and I rushed to the Doctor, I will never forget those soul paralyzing words "threatening miscarriage." I was told to lay down for a few days and I did, except I became panicked, anxious, inactive and recluse from then on. A main reason many did not see me or know I was pregnant. The thought of losing you broke me. I wouldn't wish that loss on my worst enemy.
To be continued...