The Good, the Bad and the Ugly of Pregnancy
Published March 18th, 2007 in L.A. Mommy, It's Really Just All About Me..., L.A. Embryo.One of the great benefits of having a pregnant wife is that you’ve got the perfect audience for any lame, dumb joke you’ve got stashed away in your repertoire.
She will laugh at anything. At least L.A. Mommy does.
It’s nice. I forgot that she gets the serious giggles when there’s a bun baking in the oven. I’ll lay something out there and she’ll laugh. So I’ll drop another funny bit on top of that and I may actually get a snort out of her. If I keep up with the jokes, I’ll have her on the floor, rolling around, gasping for air. When she’s begging me to stop, tears streaming down her cheeks, I know my work here is done.
Of course, the downside to this whole pregnancy thing is the nausea. L.A. Mommy is getting morning and evening sickness. She’s not coating the bathroom walls in chunky wallpaper but she feels like she will. She thinks it may have a lot to do with her morning and evening commute. The daily car ride is not doing wonders for her.
This morning, I found out that it’s not good to mix the humor with the queasiness. L.A. Mommy was making breakfast while L.A. Toddler and I were waiting eagerly, pounding our forks on the table and demanding our food. My poor wife announced that the eggs were giving her a mental image that wasn’t doing any favors for her poor stomach.
I told her, “I’ll give you a mental image. ‘How about a greasy pork sandwich served in an ashtray?’” You know, that classic line from Chet in Weird Science? Not such a good idea.
I heard the spatula fall to the floor and quick little footsteps rushing off to the bathroom. Needless to say, I had to finish making breakfast.
Oooh, not good. That would have sent me running to the bathroom or the nearest trash can during my first trimester, too.
I recommend the acupressure wrist bands. I have no idea why they worked for me, but they took the edge off of the nausea so I could get through my day.
P.Pie was lucky; no nausea to speak of during the bun baking months.
And unlucky for me, pregnancy did not stimulate her humor bone. But, that’s the whole reason for having kids…
When my wife was late in her 3rd trimester and her bladder could only hold a teaspoon of fluid - she used to beg me to stop making her laugh because she was always afraid she was going to “pee her pants.”
I say you make that a goal as well my friend.
You are a lucky man. I lost all sense of humour during my pregnancies. I was too busy tossing my cookies to laugh…
And dude, that line strikes nausea into the stomachs of the not pregnant…ew…
I’m home sick today with another stomach bug and that line sure didn’t help. I’m trying to ward off my nausea by distraction with the internet, and then read THAT?
Hope she feels better soon. How far along is she again?
-Briana
Briana - she’s pretty sure that we’re 8 weeks along. She’s going to the OB for the first time tomorrow.
Good luck at the OB tomorrow! Hope everything’s looking perfect!
Also, that seems like such a cruel joke. I have Crohn’s disease and sometimes a smell or a mental image or just thinking about a food that typically doesn’t go over well will send me over the edge when I don’t feel 100%
A case in point would be this weekend. Fiance’s mom lives out of state and was visiting to see Sister-in-Law’s baby, so the whole family went out to Disneyland. I wasn’t feeling that great and then Fiance started mentioning ham (a food I just can’t stomach) and describing it. Ten seconds later, I was hunched over a flower planter in Tomorrowland. Ech.
Men - so cruel.
Oh, man - dude, Ms. Kaz is going through the same thing right now. It ain’t fun for her…
You’ve hit on one of the main reasons I fell in love with my s/o. I can’t even imagine what would happen if my fits of laughter got worse during pregnancy - talk about buying stock in Depends!!
wait until the cry-spells come, friend.