Who cries about cheese? I do!

After forgetting my password to my blog, I finally bothered to create a new one, so I'm back with fun stories for all!

Within days after finding out I was pregnant, the symptoms began. We left for a business trip to Detroit and the queasiness started upon takeoff. And, suddenly, I found that my bladder was suddenly too small for my comfort. The teeny tiny airplane bathroom and I made friends at least 6 times in that first hour. Now, at this stage in the game, only 2 friends new our new parental status, so I was completely alone on what was normal, what wasn't, and how to deal with these changes. Finally, I did what the rest of you wouldn't do.

I walked up to the flight attendant and said, "Excuse me, do you have children?" (Who says that, by the way?! Asking for ginger ale or crackers is certainly appropriate, but, I needed something more than food. I needed a stand-in mom!)

The flight attendant looked at me startled and confused, "Um, yes."

"I just found out that I'm pregnant and haven't had a chance to tell my mom yet. I'm having these symptoms and I don't know what to do!" Instantly, her face softened and her mom-like compassion brought me comfort. She handed me some crackers and juice and offered sincere congratulations. I won't lie. I did this at least once more on our trip. ;)

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Once we returned home from our business trip where I dealt with the joys of morning and evening sickness, a new symptom appeared out of nowhere. It was a Friday and Jt was working from home. I felt so yucky and had no desire for food of any type...except for cheese. I asked husband if we could go to Costco and get cheese when he was finished working to which he agreed. Going out to Costco for cheese in bulk sustained me the rest of my work day. I didn't want to do a thing, but I knew my reward was waiting for me if I hung in there. I waited and waited and waited for Jt to wrap up his work, and we finally hopped in the car around 7pm. I was satisfied to be on our way and finally grabbing a snack that wouldn't make me queasy. Little did we know that Mt. CrazyAbby was about to erupt.

En route to Costco, husband must have been thinking about all sorts of numbers, formulas, and logical things like men do, and strongly asked, "Why do we need to go to Costco to get cheese? Why can't we just go to the grocery store?"

"Because. I asked you hours ago and you agreed to Costco. I want to go to Costco. I've been waiting all day," I logically replied.

"I don't see why we need to renew our membership there. We only went twice last year. It's a waste of money," says Logical Husband.

"We did go more than twice last year. And who's to say that we won't go more this year? I want cheese from Costco," I said, my voice escalating now.

"I don't see why we can't get it from the grocery store. We only went twice last year. It's a waste of money," Jt said growing more frustrated with his irrational wife.

Suddenly, I stepped out of my body as Mt.CrazyAbby the Emotional Volcano took over. I burst into tears (like the kind I had when Jt and I broke up a few times during the course of our dating relationship) and my heart started pounding. "I don't want to have to defend my need for cheese in bulk! I just want to go to Costco and get my cheese! I'm pregnant and I'll need more cheese this year!"

Needless to say Husband was pretty much speechless and so confused. "I didn't mean to make you upset, Darlin'."

And thus began this crazy ride of carrying a new life and embracing the changes in my own.



P.S. I soon learned that my cravings were going to be short-lived. No craving would last past a day and over a month later, I still have string cheese in my fridge. ;)