(Yeah that's me all smiles)
This past Sunday was my son Daylan's birthday and it got me thinking about when I was pregnant with him and how much I hated it. I love my son to death but wished that I could have bypassed the pregnancy part altogether. The truth is pregnancy sucked it wasn't all beautiful like some would have lead you to believe. I didn't feel more enlightened and spiritual, I felt fat, bloated and constipated most of the time actually.
I was 22 when I got pregnant with my son and I was at the beginning of my Coast Guard career. I had big plans and was ready to set sail to new adventures and new places. Pregnancy stopped me dead in my tracks. Those adventures and places took a backseat to the reality that I was going to be a mom. I was landlocked the only places I was destined to explore now were through the many travel claims that graced my desk. I could only imagine that I was chasing drug runners from Mexico, providing aid to those struck by disaster, dispensing medicine to foreign countries, laying on beaches at port calls. Pregnancy and motherhood were going to be my new adventure. I was ready, or so I thought.
The first trimester I was still on my boat and the slight swaying of our docked ship made me sick all the time. I would lay in my rack nauseous knowing that if I got up I was going to spew that nights chow all over the floor of the room that I shared with a host of other women. I lay there just thinking what have I done to myself why did I do this am I nuts. Not to long after I was sent packing to the island Coast Guard Island to be exact. The days drug on as my friends where out on their many adventures at sea. I cried often wish I could be there, corresponding with them over email longing for an adventure.
I spent the majority of my pregnancy sick and wishing that it would end and my baby would just be here in my arms making it all worthwhile. The days came and went and came and went but to no avail I just remained pregnant. My mother was driving me crazy at this point telling me how I shouldn't leave the house at night because there were crazy serial killers out that only killed pregnant women, she had reliable sources the nightly news was flooded with images of pregnant women being killed babies ripped from their stomachs. This didn't help me much so now not only was I fat, bloated, constipated but my belly was a welcome mat for the pregnant lady serial killers, I was doomed.
Eventually my mom convinced me that I should come home where I could be cared for properly. She promised to be attentive and take really good care of me, I had my doubts knowing my mom this was not going to happen. So put into have my baby at home in Oklahoma. I fly for what seems like forever from California to Oklahoma. I am greeted by my mother eager to show me off. We trek to her job in the scorching August heat and I am exhausted but time to put on a happy face. I make my rounds through the hospital where she works waddling the entire way wishing I could just lay down but to no avail because mom has big plans.
After visiting the entire state of Oklahoma I was pooped but it wasn't over yet. Mom decided she needed to go to the "store". She asked me to come with her I figured I haven't seem my mom in almost a year so why not it just the store how long could going to the store really take. So we are riding in the car and I start to notice that we are going the wrong way, we began to get on the highway and I know for a fact that the store is not this way. Mom is just talking away like she does and then I see it the neon glow. Where oh where did we go you may ask......
Check Back Tomorrow for Part II