Kim and I have been sitting on some news! It’s been shared on other platforms, so some of you might already be aware of this…
We’re going to be grandparents!!
This will be our second – our daughter had a daughter about a year ago – but our first grandson. Yep. It’s a BOY! So, at least for now, I get to have a favorite granddaughter and a favorite grandson, while Kim can have a favorite grandchild. We are over the moon excited for Steven and Kayla and for us!
One of my favorite stories about Kim has always been her love of Dr. Pepper, which meant she made sure I visited the Dr. Pepper Museum almost as soon as we became friends. By the way, drinking Dr. Pepper on tap is way better than in the cans. Kim also introduced me to moon pies while we were there. Can you say sugar overload?
But back to Dr. Pepper…
When Kim was pregnant, she had terrible morning sickness. Dr. Pepper was the only thing she could keep down. This is a funny story when you’re twelve years down the road with two, beautiful, healthy, smart kids. It’s not so fun when your daughter-in-love gets pregnant and has icky morning sickness. Fortunately, hers hasn’t been as bad as Kim’s was.
I was much luckier in that department. I had a few days of ickiness but it cleared up within a couple weeks. My best nauseous story was when Steven was just over a year old. I was pregnant with his sister and we were traveling to see my sister in New York for Christmas. My husband didn’t have enough time off, so I was travelling alone.
I should NEVER travel alone.
My plane got stuck in Denver when a blizzard blew in. I was there for 68 hours, had to beg the airline folks to get my suitcase so I had enough diapers, held my 1 yr. old while he slept and I stayed up all night sitting on those wavy chairs. By the third morning, I was nauseous and tired and ready to cry. I walked into the bathroom to change Steven’s diaper, and a woman was smoking–the sign saying smoking was prohibited in the bathroom right behind her! I asked her to put out the cigarette as I’m allergic to the smoke. She fired back, “Well, I’m allergic to baby’s butts!”
Now…here’s the thing…I’m about the most passive person on the planet. I hate confrontation, but that lit my fuse! I looked at that woman and shouted–SHOUTED–“Maybe, but baby’s butts aren’t prohibited by law in a bathroom!”
She left. I breathed easier. But my heart was pounding for a full five minutes.
I don’t know if it was the Mama Bear coming out to roar, the exhaustion, or the fact that I was trying not to puke, but I’ve never gotten that angry in public. Never before and never since (so far, at least).
What about you? Have you ever lost it in public?
We finally made it to New York where my sister pampered me and let me throw up in her bathroom. It was not my favorite trip, so if you ever see me, just ask about my time in the Denver airport. But only if you have a good half hour to hear the whole story!