The last weekend in January 2010, Ted and I went to Montreal to visit his Mom and his friends. His sister and brother-in-law joined us at his Mom's house. It was so cold there that we didn't want to go out much at all. On the drive to Montreal, I kept noticing a lump in my throat and mentioned it to Ted. I hoped with everything I had that it meant that I was pregnant. While we were there, his Mom made a cake from a mix. After we all had a piece, someone looked at the box and noticed that it had expired. I wondered if I was pregnant and worried a little, but none of us got sick. His Mom also made us a spinach dish that was stir-fried with tomatoes. It was delicious and I just thought of how healthy it was for me and the baby, if I was pregnant.
This picture was taken on January 29th. I was on the bed at his Mom's house reading. I suspected, but didn't know at the time, of the miracle that was taking place inside me as I lay there.
A year ago yesterday, I took the cats to the vet and then to my Mom's house.
I took some pictures of me with the cats that morning.
|Sadie and I|
|Oliver and I|
I believe that it was also the 13th that I took the last pregnancy test. I had already taken 4, but I wanted to use one of the digital tests and see the word. I got it at Shopper's the night before and the cashier saw what I was buying and asked if I thought there was a pretty good chance. I said that I'm pretty sure that I am and she said congratulations.
A year ago today, Ted and I took Keisha out for lunch to a buffet restaurant. I remember sitting there and think about what I was eating and how it was good for the baby. I hoped that I wouldn't get sick from eating at a buffet restaurant, that someone who had the flu or a cold hadn't breathed over the food that I was eating. And I thought of how I was sitting right across the table from Keisha, but she had no idea I was pregnant with her half brother.
Laurie and Ben came over to the condo to clean the litter and visit. I took lots of videos of Ben dancing and one of him saying my name, which was still a bit of a novelty then. He called me Deena...even Uncle Deena for a month or two.
That night, I started to feel sick. I had been avoiding seeing Laurie, Ben and my parents for a few weeks because they had all had the flu. That Sunday night, I got it and missed 3 days of work. I was throwing up several times a day and was really weak. I was worried that it might hurt the baby and called Motherisk, the hotline at the Hospital for Sick Children for expectant mothers. They said that unless my fever got above 39 or so, it shouldn't do any harm. I don't think that it ever did, but I didn't take my temperature the first day I was sick. They ended the call by saying that 2-3 out of every 100 babies will be born with a birth defect, as they do for every call. I knew that bad things could happen, that babies could be born with problems, but you never think that it will actually happen to you.
I spend those three days lying on the couch, thinking about my baby and watching the Olympics. I wish I could turn back time and have those days back again. Although I appreciated every second that I had Jacob with me, now I feel like I could have appreciated them more. I would have had my hand on my belly every second of the day.