And I'm Missing You

One of the things I loved to do most before I started puking everything was to enjoy a nice glass of icy cold water, or as my nephew Elijah would say it, "nice cold water." I would get a great big glass, fill it with thick, ready made ice, and watch the water ricochet off the frozen cubes as they slowly melted. Then, I'd wait. I'd swirl the ice around, letting it melt into the tepid water until I could feel the glass start to chill my skin. That's when I'd drink. No, I'd guzzle that ice water down, letting out a big glurpy sigh at the end of that first lapping. Such cool water was so refreshing and I gladly ordered it where ever I went. Chick fil a meals' lemonade was substituted for a big glass of water. Any time we went out to eat, Tim would order five refills of Dr. Pepper while I happily sipped up my chilly clear beverage. I used to say, "there's nothing more refreshing than a nice glass of cold water."

Negative 11 pounds later, I'm lucky if my beloved water even tastes good, then after that, I can only take it in small sips every 15 minutes or so or else I'm doomed to raise the water line in the toilet. I miss it so much that this morning, I've taken to pulling in a mouthful of the stuff and swirling it in my mouth, remembering the good ole days when I could down three glasses in one meal and not suffer any consequences. Then, I spit it out in the sink, and pray my first trimester ends a little quicker so I can enjoy my icy cold, refreshing glasses of water uninhibited.

Hopefully, only three more weeks to go.