Bad Timing

Now that I know I have a boy growing inside my belly, that gave me the opportunity to "shop" for baby boy clothes at this past Saturday's freebie sale for us staffers. I get to "shop" twice a year and I look forward to this and eagerly anticipate it, even more so this year since our budget was severely tight, I'm expecting a baby and I only bought 5 outfits per girl on staff shopping night.

Friday night, I felt kind of nauseous and attributed it to being hungry. With family visiting, I kind of put eating on the back burner which I shouldn't have done, being pregnant and all. After they left, I scrounged around for eats but could find nothing to fill my tummy. Everything tasted either too sweet or too salty or too seasoned or too blah. I settled for a banana and milk and huddled under a blanket in front of the TV.

Saturday morning, after a night of frequent trips to the bathroom doing number 2s, I realized I got the stomach virus that Oldest had the week before. I made pancakes for breakfast and one bite tasted like sawdust. I managed to force myself to eat half but it went down slowly and I had to wash it down with milk. I drove the girls and I the 1 1/2 hours trip to the store and it went something like this:

"Oh, I think I gotta poop. Next bathroom is at the gas station 10 miles down the road. I can make it."

We pass the gas station.

"Made it this far, let's make it to the next gas station 7 miles up."

We pass that gas station.

"Ohh, here comes another wave, let's make it to the next stop 10 miles down."

Made it pass that one and so it went, setting little goals to make it to the next bathroom all the way to the store. By the time I got to the store, I was miserable, but determined to "shop". After several trips to the bathroom and the go-ahead from the boss to shop, I was too weak to get out of the chair. I would stand, only to be forced back down with light-headedness and another painful wave rocking the belly. What made it worse was the baby kicking where it hurts.

Thankfully, the other staffers helped me shop after they did their own shopping and asked me what I needed. They helped me get baby boy clothes and clothes for the girls in their various sizes. I managed to roll the chair over to the maternity section and pick out a few pieces for me to tide me over the last 2 months and the next few months after while my body still has baby weight. I sent the girls to pick out books and movies and whatever else they wanted. Instead of staying until 7pm to go through the donated clothes we didn't touch yet, we left to go home so I could be where I belonged: in bed.

Sunday was our last day at the store, and I felt well enough to go in. I wasn't 100 percent, but better than the day before. I picked through the donated clothes, bagged up the freebies, and said good bye to all the staffers. Won't be seeing them again until the next sale, unless they decide to visit when the baby arrives. It was a good sale, but I am glad the 6 weeks are over. Things will return to normal again around here, and I can catch up on all the stuff that needs to be done.

I'm going to go and crawl back into bed and rest.