A memory

Polly is starting preschool this week, and I was reminiscing about the fall of 2014 when Lars started at the same school. I was newly pregnant with Polly and soooo sick. I had to force myself to eat so that I wouldn't feel sicker, and I ate so many terrible salty nostalgia convenience foods, which were all I wanted to eat. By the time I was pregnant with Polly, I learned that choking down an egg first thing in the morning, and more throughout the day, helped a lot. Must have been the protein, I guess.

So anyway, I would drive Lars to school, then head straight home and get back into bed with a bowl of Top Ramen and/or a hard-boiled egg to listen to the newest episode of the podcast Serial.

I don't remember specifics of when the season finale was of that podcast, but I do think that around Thanksgiving I stopped listening for some reason (I probably decided to sleep during preschool instead) and then, once I finally felt better around 20 weeks, I could never listen to that podcast again, so I never finished it. I still don't know if Adnan did it. Just typing his name brings that twinge of nausea. I think if I Googled it I might accidentally throw up.

The lasting effects of morning sickness are so weird. When I was newly pregnant with Theo I used to use Redken's Blonde Glam shampoo, which I loved. By the second trimester I had to throw it away and avoid the Redken section of the shampoo aisle any time I was at the store. I also had to give away the clothes I wore in my first trimester because they made me sick just to look at them.

Anyway the point of all this is that although I will be working most of the hours that Polly is in preschool, I will have one morning a week to do what I want to do. And when I was pondering what that might be, I felt immensely grateful that "what I want to do" will not include languishing in bed, forcing myself to swallow food. And no Serial. Ever.