So I have decided to put together a little blog about Little Monster Andersen. Why... well everyone blogs about everything these days so I thought why not... also I would love to look back on this journey about my pregnancy experience... lastly I thought some of you would enjoy reading about my adventures of being pregnant. I am a little late starting this blog since I am now 16 weeks... but it seems that I was crippled from an illness called "Morning Sickness" which struck me for the first 15 weeks.
A little recap.. and I mean little because I don't want to be a downer the whole time during this first blog entry... So I was one of the lucky few that experienced "Morning Sickness." Let me start off by saying this whole name "Morning Sickness" should just be renamed to "Death" because that is basically what it was. Let me back track here... I consider myself a athlete who has gone through years of pain: surgery, broken bones, torn ligaments, etc.... so I never thought that being pregnant would be such a big deal... WOW... how that turned out to be so false! I was struck with the plague, okay not really, but I was struck with "Morning Sickness" aka "Death” everyday all day and all night. It was like having food poisoning 24/7.... my mouth constantly tasted like metallic and I was always just moments away from throwing up. Needless to say my life totally sucked and I was a prisoner to my own bed for 15 weeks straight. At one point I had the brilliant idea to quit everything, yep everything. I really believed that pregnancy was a curse and that I was on my death bed…. Why in the world would women want this???? My answer would and should be simple.. "because of the baby" but in reality I was deceived from most of my friends.... just ask them and they would say… “Morning Sickness” what is that? Yep that’s right S.L.B (stupid lucky bitches) never felt nauseated… never felt like quitting life, was never a prisoner to their bed… I was pissed, yep pissed why do I have to suffer? So not only was I sick, really sick but I became bitter too…. Never a good mix.
Then one day the clouds cleared and the light shined through and I was all better… sounds good and I wish it really did happen like that.. but no! Little Monster Andersen decided to stretch it out into the second trimester.. apparently it didn’t think I suffered enough so it was a slow brutal death. Slowly, very slowly it got better and I was normal again… well not really normal but it was been better than “Death.”
So that was 15 weeks in one post. I am planning on updating this blog regularly with stories.. thoughts.. rants… etc. I will be honest in this blog and perhaps at times explicit so beware. Let the "pregnancy" good times roll.......
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