The Longest Nine Months

The Longest Nine months

It was June 18, 2008, an average weeknight at Big Boy, not too slow, not too busy. My boss, Marion, and I decided to sit down to eat. I was sitting in the booth when she finally sat down. I had already eaten a cup of tortilla soup and a side salad. I was just about to take a bite of mint chocolate chip ice cream when Marion looked over at Jennifer, one of my coworkers, and said "Amanda's pregnant." I kept telling them "no", I was in denial for almost two weeks at this point. On my way home that night I stopped and bought a pregnancy test. I took it, and when it read "pregnant," I yelped like a puppy would if its tail was stepped on! I caught my breath and let it sink in, then I called my best friend; I told her everything. The entire time all I could think was "holy freaking cow". I called my boyfriend who is now my husband; he was reasonably upset. The next nine months seemed impractical. I, of course, milked every part that I could just like the many women before me have and the many after me will.

Being pregnant meant changing my daily habits to be comfortable. The only time I was truly comfortable was when I was sleeping, which wasn't easy. It also meant I had to plan my day around the bathroom. Between the heartburn and feeling something kicking me repeatedly in my stomach, I was pretty much irritated after ten o'clock every night. I wasn't as sick as some women get but I did deal with morning sickness; I will never eat Fruity Pebbles again! When I ate any kind of burger I couldn't lie down or else I'd have major heartburn. I learned that the hard way, I thought I was going to die that night. I rocked back and forth for what seemed like an eternity! It was only an hour in real time though.

My relationship was not in the greatest shape. It was barely there. It had been a rough couple of months by the time I found out I was pregnant. We fought almost every day about something stupid. I stayed and fought for what is and was mine and of course I won. There are times when we get frustrated with one another, but always keep our eye on the prize. The prize for us is to be old and traveling together. Well, that's my plan and my husband has to do it because I did all the hard work with labor and it will, of course, be my turn to pick the vacation location!

My brother-in-law once made a comment that men did not want to see women fat and hormonal. Well, I had news for him, women do not enjoy seeing themselves like that either. The parts we can see by the end anyways. While I was pregnant not only did my feet ache from being on them for just a few hours but I couldn't see them for two months. My hormones were everywhere as well. I would cry during commercials where cats couldn't find their kitty litter! When I wasn't crying, I was being mean to people around me. There were many people that became victims to my hormones. We had this roommate that was the laziest person I know; I can't remember a time when I wasn't