Obviously marriage and children change you in pretty dramatic ways – there are numerous things to be listed and I’m not going to even start. The one thing that got me really thinking about it was a trip to the pharmacy.
Susan is still terribly sick… the nausea just won’t go away, medicine, ginger, or otherwise. The sea sick bands have helped with the nausea, but that just makes it a giant surprise when she has to vomit. On top of the N&V, my poor wife is constipated. She can’t stomach (or at least hold onto) her normal diet that has an adequate amount of fiber. She tried her best this morning to eat a couple of packages of oatmeal, but couldn’t stand it.
My trip the pharmacy, the one that has started me on the philosophical rant, was to gather a laundry list of items geared toward the constipated pregnant woman. I headed to the register with an armload, including a stool softener, milk of magnesia and a bottle of Benefiber. As I approached the counter, I realized that had this been even a year or two ago, I would have likely been wildly embarrassed to buy all of these things at once. Sure, its silly, but I bet you’ve all been in that spot – “what is this lady going to think about me?”
Today, though, wasn’t really the “turning point.” That was when I bought the pregnancy test at 7am at the grocery store… along with a flower and a bag of donuts. That had to a be funny sight.