Project Vomit (6 weeks/3 days)

So, after my first ob-gyn visit on October 24 I’d noticed that I didn’t feel as nauseated as before and that started to worry me.  I thought my next doctor’s visit was on November 4, but it ended up being on November 11 – so I had another week.  That didn’t help my worries.

Well, never ever say that God doesn’t give you what you ask for.  I wanted to know that Baby Turner was okay.  I needed some type of sign.  Well, on Tuesday, November 1, the sign came.  I had just finished eating some biscuits and apple juice and was downstairs in the basement on the computer.  Less than five minutes of being down there I felt this big rush come to my throat!  I became light headed and nauseated.  I quickly walked up the stairs and stood over the sink (not sure why I didn’t stand over the toilet).  30 seconds later up came the apple juice and some of my biscuits.  10 seconds later, up came all the rest of breakfast.  It wasn’t cute.  It wasn’t sexy.  It’s didn’t look good to the human eye!

As I scooped out the big pieces of chewed up biscuits and threw them in the toilet I all of a sudden knew Baby T was still successfully baking in the oven!  I thanked God for the sign but also prayed that I not have those signs on a regular basis.  I crawled upstairs into bed for the rest of the afternoon and took it as easy as possible until I had to go teach Zumba.

Who knew growing a baby (especially at these beginning stages) would be so physically challenging!

Watch the Signs

Watch the signs

Dec09-2My aunt had a heart transplant while I was in college and since then she hasn’t traveled much.  I usually try to go visit her in Fayetteville, NC a couple times of year.  That heart is now 12 years old and declining rather quickly.   I planned a quick day trip to see her – out on Monday, back on Tuesday.

Monday morning I parked my car at work and my colleague dropped me off at SDF.  I had already printed out my boarding pass the day before and headed to the security line.  As I reached in my purse for the pass – it was not there.  Hmmmm.  No problem, I thought, I’ll just go to the ticket counter to print out another.

The US Airways lady at the desk asked where I was going.  Tap, tap, tap.  “Your Charlotte flight is cancelled.  And, so is your flight to Fayetteville.”  I ask why.  She says fog.   She puts me on a Delta flight two hours later. I call my colleague to turn back around and take me to the office for two hours to waste time.

Before leaving again I get the inclination to check the Delta flight online.  The 11:30am flight was now delayed until 12:05.  Not bad, EXCEPT that only gave me 12 minutes to make my connecting flight in ATL.  I called the Delta dude and told him what I discovered.  He said, we’ll you might make.  I kindly told him that I’m not about to fly to ATL for a flight that I might make, especially in the Atlanta airport!  He then graciously offered for me to wait in ATL for three hours for the next flight after that.  No gracias, senor.

I realized that it just wasn’t meant for me to fly on Monday.  I called US Airways and asked if I could just move my entire itinerary to Tuesday-Wednesday instead.  She said sure, made the changes and I felt much better.  I complimented her on her great customer service and asked to brag on her to her supervisor.

My trip was great.  My relatives were excited to see me. Sometimes we just need to follow our gut and go with our feelings.  Just because we want something, doesn’t mean that it’s good for us.  Following my feelings with flying was easy to do.  However, it’s much more difficult to do when it comes to matters of the heart.  We all say we want ‘signs’ to know what paths to follow in life – but when they are there, do we fully acknowledge them?

M.Y.  December 2009