Pregnancy gave me a break last night! We were attending the amazing wedding of some good friends, and I managed not only to stay until the lovely end, but to dance the entire time!
There was no end of the night overwhelming bout of nausea, nor was there the sudden and overwhelming sense of TIRED that comes over me and suddenly turns me into a more short-tempered version of myself.
Of course, as with all pregnancy good times, I automatically had a nagging worry that something was going wrong. Luckily, I woke this morning with crippling waves of stomach churning, and am currently too exhausted to enjoy the city we are visiting. Thank goodness? I guess.
Last night I thought for perhaps the 4th time this week, “Wow. I am having a terrific time and I am not drunk in the least.” It’s kind of amazing. When I had curbed my drinking in an effort to get pregnant during the past year, drunk friends around me were frankly annoying. Now, my drunk friends are symbols of the best kind of love and community affection. Are these my nice hormones at work? The ones that will make me a patient and kind mother? If so, will they continue to surge through my system in ever-greater quantity? Let’s hope.
