(Caution to the Reader: This is slightly a downer post!)
I remember when I found out I was pregnant. One of the first people I called was my cousin Sharron. She's my older cousin and today she's getting married to a fun-rockabilly-punk in a kilt and I'm going to miss it.
Back in July (regular readers may remember) I started having weird tummy issues and after seeing 2 Gastro docs- one finally suggested a diagnosis of IBS. There isn't a whole lot of information on this subject regarding pregnancy, so I've been flying by on the edge of my seat. Plus neither doctor really knew what a person with IBS should be eating. (this website helps,http://www.helpforibs.com/)
I've been looking forward to this day as her Matron-of-honor-but I just can't get it together. Up most of the night. I have the dress, which I've already told all close friends- whenever one of us is pregnant again- they're borrowing my blue dress and taking it out.
I know it will be so awesome- that is why I am really sad I won't be able to go. Plus the outfit I picked out for Zach is really fun. He'll be going- taking my parents, which is so sweet of him.
So, one day I'll tell Hazel all about the parties we missed and how it was just the beginning of my sacrificing things for our baby, which feels sore now- but I know is the right thing to do and will eventually become instinct. And what will become of me and baby? As long as I don't go into labor (almost everyone I know is on Long Island for the wedding!), couch crafts of course and I'll be watching the new kitten, Cookie for my parents and maybe I'll put that blue dress on and wear it around the house- just cause.
Whatever you're doing today- make it fun!
Shaz I love you- rock the day! xo