Saturday was good. I had energy. I spent the morning cleaning the house, wandered over to work at about 1:00, and departed work at like 10:30. Without a curriculum prepared for Sunday.
I stayed up late preparing a curriculum. And I cut my husband’s hair.
Sunday started badly — we overslept our alarm and got ready for church in a world record 20 minutes. (Couldn’t skip breakfast. Baaaad idea.) I had the giggle triplets for Sunday School (the worst combination of my sweet kids — they just want to talk). One of them got me a signed baseball at spring training! It was extremely sweet of her! I ended the lesson (gratefully) by telling them of my delicate condition.
In church, the lady who sits behind me whispered to me during the word for children “Are you hugging a secret to yourself honey? Because you’re glowing.” I was forced to plead the fifth. During the joys and concerns section of the service, our pastor announced that we were expecting. There were cheers folks, right in the middle of the service. The three giggle triplets went crazy over in their side pew. Not a single person was surprised — rather, I think they’d all been hoping and waiting for just such an announcement for some time.
After church there were the congratulations and advice.
But I was in a bad state. I was hungry, thirsty, and tired. Church for us runs from 9:15 to about 1:00 with Sunday School before, etc. And I didn’t really eat or drink anything in that time. Those of you who have been pregnant know that this was a serious mistake on my part.
I decided I could eat mac and cheese. So we went to Roche Brothers (they have good m&c) and bought copious amounts of fruit, m&c, some bread. I was totally losing it. My husband was contemplating all-important bread options, and all I could think of was getting out of there.
I ate some grapes in the car on the way home. At home, I made my meal. I was about halfway through when… well… nature took it’s course. So there I was. Tired. Hungry. Dehydrated. And I’d just puked up my attempt to fix the whole situation. I did what any rational person would do in that situation. I went to bed for three hours. And woke up hungry and dehydrated.
So last night was pretty much a complete loss. I sat on the couch and watched the Oscars and Independence Day. I attempted to cajole my stomach to accept small sacrifices. It was skeptical. I felt weak and lazy. But honestly, I *couldn’t* do anything.
I’m feeling better this morning, but it’s an important lesson. Do not allow yourself to become hungry and thirsty, or you will pay for it. Big time.
My Truant Pen 