Growing up me and my sister never saw eye to eye. She was the introverted Capricorn and I was the extroverted Gemini. I would frequently ask my mother “why can’t she just see it my way?!” and in return Tatia would frequently ask “Why is she so out there?!”. Later on in our teen years we developed a relationship that conveniently forgot about all the torment we put each other through in our early years. We recognized that we had friendship that would always surpass all other friendships because we had not only friendship, but sistership!
Now we are in our 20’s and both of us have and are currently experiencing the joys (and hardships) of marriage, parenthood, and generally growing into adulthood. The first week of May it came as a huge surprise that I was expecting my second child. It scared the hell out of me because it wasn’t in the cards that I had laid out for myself. I had just started a new job that I wasn’t completely sure was a good fit for me, and the father of my child was away working hard as a firefighter and it was unclear when he would be able to return. Unfortunately for my sister everyday for the next two months was centered on me and my latest “crisis”. Looking back now I feel outrageously guilty for not noticing the signs.
Frequent trips to the bathroom, eating everything in sight one day and then barely touching anything the next day would have struck me as obvious symptoms of pregnancy had I myself been in a non-hormonal mindset! But it didn’t and so when late June rolled around and she happily announced that I wasn’t the only person expecting it hit me like a ton of bricks! I quickly regrouped but not before giving the happy MARRIED couple (something I hadn’t quite mastered yet!) a tongue lashing about being able to raise a child at their young age. Looking back on it now, I think I might have been a little jealous (don’t tell Tatia though!) because I recognized that they had everything they needed because they had each other, while I was battling with the fact that I’m a single mother. We quickly came up with a plan that would enable both of us to have our children in a home that would and could provide for them. Unfortunately for all parties involved we forgot one little detail. The enormous amount of hormones and estrogen flowing through the house might have a significant impact on all of us.
Now, at 7 months pregnant and 5 months pregnant, all the symptoms experienced in pregnancy (and yes, I did just forget what all of them are…) are in full swing here in the Verhoeff/Magoon household. We are experiencing the mad dash for a notebook to write down a conversation that just took place so we won’t forget it within the next five minutes. Poor Kevin is begging his boss for more overtime just to escape the mood swings at home, and even Elizabeth has been picking up the leftover symptoms and has been contributing to the chaos!
I have to share a couple of these stories considering the fact that we’ve stubbed toes and bruised ourselves trying to get to a notebook and pen! The most recent story that left us doubled over in laughter happened just last night. After an intense craving for Mashed Potato Casserole grabbed my insides and refused to let go, my sister and I retreated to the kitchen to prepare dinner. While standing there we started discussing the most popular symptom in our household ‘pregnancy brain’. Somehow the topic came up concerning the idea of forgetting the pregnancy itself! Tatia was recalling a time before she started showing that she forgot that she was pregnant. With our intense love of sharing stories, she asked if I had ever forgotten that I was pregnant. My darling daughter decided that was the moment to come in and ask for her daily vitamin to which her Auntie promptly responded “I’m pretty sure you got your vitamin earlier today”. Having remembered specifically giving her the vitamin that morning before I left, I responded “Yes, this morning”. Now, go back 2 minutes earlier to our conversation before Elizabeth entered and you can understand why my sister’s immediate response was “you forgot you were pregnant this morning?!?!”. I immediately busted out in laughter while going along with the story and informing Tatia that yes, I had woken up and exclaimed “holy crap, where did this belly come from?!?!”.
I immediately knew that this incident was my inspiration for this article so I ran into the living room searching for a notepad and pen. While writing down the specific points so I wouldn’t forget, we started brainstorming ideas for the title. My brother-in-law in all his infinite wisdom suggested “Two women and two babies” to which my sister and I both look at him with this blank look on our faces that reads perfectly “huh?”. I proceed to ask him why I would title it that and leave him and Elizabeth out of the story to which he responds “I thought for sure you ladies would appreciate me making fun of myself!” Five minutes later it finally hit us… he had conveniently left our unborn children out of the equation and instead had placed himself as the other baby in the household!
I’m looking so forward to the stories the next several months will bring us so be sure to check back often as I promise to keep Hormone Central pumping out new stories every week!