(And he promptly asked, "What? Am I talking too loud?")
I told him I thought I was going to pass out, so the group sat me down and started fanning me (thanks, group!). I sat there with my head down, hoping the feeling would either stop or that I would just black out already. I finally started to cool down and tears rushed to my eyes (why does that always happen?). I stifled some sobs before sitting up and trying to act like nothing had just happened. Meh, I'm fine! Just pregnant.
Folks, it was weird.
I felt queasy the rest of the meal and kept trying to pinpoint what could have made me feel that way. I had felt queasy that morning, too, which was odd, since I hadn't been nauseous in weeks. My final guess was dehydration. My secondary guess is blood sugar. I'm guzzling water like it's going out of style and I'm still parched most of the time, which either means it's winter time and everyone's dry, or my blood sugar is messed up, which the glucose test will reveal in a few weeks.
Or, I'm just pregnant. And our bodies do weird things when pregnant.
So, that's my exciting story for the weekend! A little side of blackout with my shrimp, thank you very much.
(At least I didn't actually fall over in my dress. Besides obvious humiliation, the sheer weight of my pregnant body would have sent ripples through the foundation and tilted the restaurant on its side, thusly ruining everyone's Valentine's Day.)
Have a lovely day!