My first trimester with the scamp wasn't nearly as bad as I was worried it would be. I'd seen my little sister through 3 pregnancies and, to be honest, her experience made me leery.
Basically, she looked and acted like death for at least 4 months. No energy until noon, pale as a sheet of paper and constantly bent over a public garbage can puking out her little guts.
Compared to that, mine was cake. However, there were some pretty special highlights.
For Christmas my in-laws got me an awesome VitaMix blender. As a result, the ear doctor and I had become fruit smoothie consuming junkies. My favorite was a blend of orange, banana, pineapple with a healthy handful of spinach thrown in. It was bright, neon green and delicious. I made one, poured it into my favorite to-go container and hit the road for my 40 minute, all-freeway commute to work.
About 15 minutes from my office, going 70 mph on the freeway I was suddenly overcome with the most powerful nausea of my life. Sweat beads popped up on my forehead and I was terrified by the idea of a loss of bodily control while moving in down the road at such a terrifying speed. Luckily, I was right by an off ramp. I got off and at the bottom of the ramp, the blessed light was red.
I've never in my life been so happy to see a red light.
I can only imagine what the woman who pulled up in the car behind me at the light thought when she saw this bright green vomit erupting from my body.