I start this journal by expressing the truth behind the statement that no two pregnancies are alike. Having already had one child and spending the necessary nine months carrying him, I entered this pregnancy with the assumption that I "knew what I was getting myself into." While it is true that I know what it is like to be pregnant and to deliver a baby I'm quickly discovering that no one pregnancy can prepare you for the next. That being said, I would like to share with you the details of this unique pregnancy as they unfold.
I should first introduce myself. My name is Deb and I am the mother of a beautiful 19-month-old little boy. Jacob was born in December of 1998 after a very uneventful pregnancy. Sure, I had "every waking minute" sickness for the first five months of my pregnancy, but that was the only complication. Even the conception was "easy." In fact, my husband Rob and I had been married only four days when we decided to start trying.
It was a warm night at Walt Disney World. We sat outside a quiet restaurant awaiting our reservation time and decided that from then on we'd just let nature take its course. A few short hours later I was awakened by a powerful dream in which I had not one, but six babies! While the dream was a bit absurd I was so convinced that I was pregnant I abandoned everything from caffeine and alcohol to the Advil we'd packed in our suitcase. Sure enough, when we returned home three weeks later I found myself violently ill at the very smell of the Easter dinner I was preparing for both our families. Little did I know that nearly every food item would render me useless for the next five months. A home pregnancy test revealed the wonderful news just a few days later. After nine months, and a brief overnight snowfall to truly set the mood, Rob and I brought home our little bundle of joy, on Christmas Eve.