Pregnancy brings on all kinds of changes, emotions and oddities…some you read about all the time and some that might come as a surprise. This morning was certainly interesting…and at Amanda’s suggestion I decided to share [with embarrassment] in a blog.
In prepping for my upcoming weekend trip to D.C./VA to visit the sis (see our other blog for more deets: miskabelle.blogspot.com) I decided to take the day off. We had a pretty great week of sales on Miskabelle and I saved all the wrapping/packaging for this morning. I happily wrapped each box in brown paper then stacked them up and stepped back to admire, like a proud parent. I snapped a pic with my phone to send to Amanda AND to my hubby AND to twitter. “Should be an interesting trip to the post office all by myself,” I tweeted. Little did I know…
It was a queasy kind of morning (as usual) so as I sang along with my iTunes tracklist (rapping along with Drake, belting to Jonatha Brooke, grooving to some Elton John….), wrapping up our week’s purchases, I sort of only managed to choke down a couple bites of yogurt. But….that’s not so unusual. I finished wrapping, threw on my sundress and off to the post office I went.
I managed to get my stack of boxes into the post office without a hitch. I stood filling out some international packing slips (Canada, United Kingdom, Australia). I stood watching the post office worker weigh the packages. I stood making small talk about vintage clothing. I stood…..starting to feel a little queasy <’you’re fine….you’re fine….almost done…you can do it….’> Nope. Couldn’t do it. I suddenly was seeing stars and grasping the counter for dear life. “I think I’m gonna pass out.” Sitting down on the floor of the post office I dry heaved. Two sweet ladies in line behind me came to the rescue….one grabbing a trash can, the other holding my hair. The poor post office worker offered me crackers in a panic and graciously brought me a glass of water. What an adventure. At some point I think I mentioned being pregnant and luckily this gets major sympathy points—especially from those who have been through it. Mommies love sharing their battle stories. I feel so thankful that us moms/moms-to-be have that connection! I was truly embarrassed but felt comfort in someone else’s “I’ve been there” story.
Yeah….that was my first major adventure in pregnancy. So next time we have a big week of sales….I will shut up and take my stack of boxes to the post office sans brag-y tweets and texts. I have learned my lesson! #karma