The Dreaded 3

When I first found out I was pregnant, I was overjoyed. I felt great and it seemed as if nothing would ever change that. Until I walked right into the hormonal throws of my first trimester. I can't remember when it all started but think Peru had something to do with it. When I was about 6 weeks pregnant, I was called off on a Mission Trip to Peru. Everything was fine for me until about day 3. All of a sudden I started to feel tired 24/7. I started to get dizzy for no reason. I began to experience nausea like I never had before. To add some context, there are 2 things you should know about me: 1) I am a go getter and so very few things can slow me down and 2) I hate being sick. I'm talking pukie sick. I think in my whole life I have thrown up 6 times and it is because my body literally forced it out. I hate to up chuck, it's the worst. So you can imagine how freaked out I was when it seemed like my whole world was flying out of control in a span of 3 days. I remember working on a construction site chiselling floor and thinking to myself, "Just don't throw up." I must say that the food did not help. Typically I would have devoured my entire plate but under these new circumstances almost everything I ate made me sick. The only exception was a steak house we went to one night. I was sitting around a huge table with about 40 other fellow Christians when they brought out a huge steak dinner. I dived right in a finished that steak in record time. As I enjoyed I could hear myself saying over and over again "Thank you Jesus". It was that good, at least to me. I ended up eating 2 and half huge pieces of steak that night. I did not eat the fries just about 8 pounds of steak, and it was so worth it. When I got home to Canada, I stepped on a scale and realized I had lost 13 pounds. By this point, I was about 8 weeks pregnant and my illness that developed in Peru did not slow down. Work became a nightmare. I would be in the middle of helping a dear old man try to find a good western when all of a sudden, OH NO. I would have to excuse myself and run (literally) to the bathroom. I called in sick so many times during that first trimester, I lost count. One day Steve came home from work and found me on the couch crying. I was almost 12 weeks pregnant and I told him how I felt like a failure. I felt so undependable and useless. I was convinced I was going to lose my job and there was nothing I could do about it. Then, just like that scene in Forest Gump when the rain stops, so did my morning sickness. I could not believe it. I felt amazing, energized. Since then I haven't looked back. So if you are one of those women who went through your first 3 months of pregnancy without a care in the world, urgh to you. I would never wish it upon anyone. But if you were like me, you just have to suck it up and barrel through the dreaded 3. It will get better, I promise.