My weekend home was pretty uneventful. I got to see people that didn't mind me not having a car. Because of the car situation, I was FORCED to stay an extra night (it was fab) and leave early Monday morning in order to get to my first class on time. Sunday night, my mom and I stayed up watching Dexter until about 1 am in the company of Britnifer. Needless to say, I pretty much slept the entire ride back to Gainesville. We went with my grandma in her car. At this point in time, we still hadn't told the rest of my family about my pregnancy.
My mom woke me up about 15 minutes before our departure, as requested by me. This was the day that I discovered morning sickness. As my grandmother pulled into the driveway, I was having a nice chat with the toilet, familiarizing myself with the cracks in the porcelein. The worst part about it was that I had nothing to expell, so all I did was dry heave continuously.
As I was in the bathroom, everything was being loaded in the car. When I finally wiped the dribble off my chin, we were ready to go.
The ride seemed uneventful, but I wouldn't really know since I fell asleep after I devoured my McDonald's breakfast sandwich. The next thing I knew, I was being woken up, the busy city of Gainesville looming around me. I can't remember if it felt like a dream or a nightmare. Either way, I was hungry again, and, as I had discovered this morning, I'd rather throw up after eating than ralf on an empty stomach. Apparently it's just not good to do ANYTHING on an empty stomach. Finally, we stopped at Chic-Fil-A where I proceeded to get nauseous from eating too fast (does it every friggin' end?).
My mom and grandma dropped me off at the Reitz Union (where everything, including the bookstore, is located) so I could buy my books. We said our goodbyes there, and, while my grandma wasn't listening, I told my mom to tell her about my newest addition.
A little while later, my mom called me to tell me that the news had been shared. Apparently, she had taken it really well. This surprised me. Later, when she told my grandpa, I was informed that he took it smoothly, as well. What a blessing! Now, it was time to make it public the easy way: via FaceBook.
The morning sickness continued, and I realized that "morning" means ALL DAY. Not necessarilly vomiting all day, but there was certainly an underlying feeling of nausea that persisted 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. If I ate too little or too infrequently, I would throw up. If I ate too much or too fast, I would throw up. It was a very delicate balance. Thankfully, now at a little passed 10 weeks, it's subsided a great deal.
I went through the next couple weeks of school pretty much trying to NOT throw up, just getting acquainted with my classes and my schedule.