I did start feeling a little bit nauseated the week of State Drill. I just thought it was the usual sickness/cold/flu that I had had last year right at the end of drill season and the year before. Well, on the morning of State, I woke up and puked--a nice yellow colored liquid--stomach acid. I had a hard time getting ready--we were meeting at 6 a.m. to practice our routines one last time before we left at 8 a.m. for State.
I called my assistant, Marci, and told her I was going to be late. I would be there, just later that morning. She was concerned, because she knew I must be sick, I would never miss a practice, especially the morning of State!
Earlier that week, when I had told her I wasn't feeling that great, she had teased me and said, "Maybe you are pregnant!" I said, oh no, I hadn't better be. I also was due to "start" my monthly any day that week, so I thought maybe that was why I was a little bit sick as well. Plus, I just kept telling everyone that it was my usual sickness that I get this time of year.
Well, I made it to State Drill and as you know from my previous post, it was a great day! That night, the Principal took the team to dinner at Brick Oven. I was not that hungry--well, nothing sounded good to me. I ordered my favorite--a Diet Coke with lemon, and it tasted like crap! I hardly drank any of it. What was wrong with me!
Anyway, the next day I had to judge the State 2A Competition. I was judging with my sister Paula. I threw-up again that morning and no food sounded good, but I took some crackers with me. I told Paula about not liking Diet Coke and puking, etc. She said, "You're pregnant!" You better go get a test!" I just kept saying, no, I don't think so, I just spotted yesterday, so I thought I had started my period.
That was a hard day of judging! The smell of the cinnamon almonds they sell at UVU about made me puke! I thought I was going to puke while judging! It was a nightmare! But I made it through.
I went home and Scott had bought two pregnancy tests. I didn't want anything to do with them! So, it wasn't until Sunday, while Scott was taking Hollie and Amanda home, I decided to take the test.
I messed up the first one--so I had to try it again. The positive plus sign appeared so quickly! I was in shock! Oh dear--I don't think I believed it. I waited for Scott to get home and I showed the stick to him. He was excited and I was still in denial.
Well, on Monday, Scott called the doctor and made an appointment for me. I was sicker than a dog each day. I couldn't hardly get through school with out puking or dry heaving. I know this will sound like I'm crazy, but I wanted to drive off a cliff on the way home from school. So, Scott called the doctor and got me a prescription for some pills to help with the nausea. I was a lot better after that.
So, I went to the doctor, and what do you know--yep, I'm pregnant! I was about 11 weeks along. Everything looked good. I still was in denial.
Well, this was all before the drill team Florida trip. I wanted to keep the pregnancy on the down low until we had passed the three month mark and we knew everything was on the safe side. Well, Scott had told a few people, even when he wasn't supposed to! He is so excited. You would think it was his first. I have my days--some days I'm excited and some days I'm scared. It is a big change. But, I had been thinking one day, what will I do when I don't do drill anymore? I guess I got my answer.
Anyway, the drill team didn't know. Well, at least I thought they didn't know. They had been noticing little things that I was or wasn't doing anymore. But, I was planning on telling them when we returned from Florida. That would put me at about 3 months and past the miscarriage possibility. I knew going to Florida and spending all day with my team would make it harder for me to conceal my condition. Especially at night, that is when I felt the worst and I also got so tired!
Well, during the trip, I found out that the team did think that I was pregnant and of course I had a break down about it. I don't know why, probably the hormones! But, after I calmed down and had a nice phone conversation with my mom, everything was okay. I decided to keep with my plan and tell the team when we returned home.
So, that Friday, March 26th, we met to begin learning our lyrical routine that Marci was choreographing. So, Scott made some sugar cookies cut out in letters and brought them at the end of practice. One group was frosted in pink frosting, another group was frosted in green, and third group was frosted in blue. We mixed up the letters and split the girls into three groups and gave them the cookies and they had to unscramble them and figure out what the cookies spelled out. They had little trouble coming up with what they said--they are so smart! HA HA
Here are some pictures:
It's a Girl?
It's a Boy?
It's a Baby!!!
Scott also made a cake that looked like a baby rattle. So that is how I told the drill team about our news.
Next, we had a great plan to tell my extended family at our annual Easter Egg hunt.
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