At this point, I (and Chris and I) have come a long long way. It's actually hard to look back on it all. Most of the time I just feel like forgetting everything up to this point...shoving all of the memories into a box with the label: "What was that all about!?" or "Let's just pretend the baby started at 3 months in my tummy."
It was upon looking back (way back) that I realized that if this had been my second child I would have known very quickly that I was pregnant. For Heaven's sake, Chris knew before I did.
A friend and I had taken a trip out to Las Conchas to climb. Like an idiot, I didn't pack any snacks, had very little water and instead got some beer for the trip. I'd had a big breakfast and figured I could make it to lunch time without anything more.
Half way up my third climb (and 1/3 of a beer later) I start shaking violently. So violently that I began to get dizzy, very weak and EXTREMELY hungry. Remember, it had only been a couple of hours after my last meal.
I couldn't think straight. I couldn't get up a 5.7. I felt like I was going to have to go into the woods and kill something and eat it. As a child, this same feeling had come over me many times and I was diagnosed with "hypoglycemia." I never put together that day, that I could be pregnant.
I immediately called off the climbing and demanded that we go into town for food.
It wasn't until much later, while reading a really awful pregnancy book that I recounted this event. The woman was telling a story about her first red flag that she may be pregnant. She and her husband were out to dinner. The service was taking a lot longer than expected. She was so desperately hungry that she demanded her husband hunt down their waitress and bring them bread...NOW! My first thought was that she was somehow exaggerating this feeling. After all, she had exaggerated almost everything else. Then it hit me. I felt like an idiot. That was exactly how I felt that day.
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