Pregnant woman begs to be thrown overboard
May 13 '00
I was one of the lucky ones, I almost escaped morning or any kind of sickness associated with being pregnant. You will note I said "almost"
For those of my epinion family that has followed my saga for a while, you know I was not blessed with the most, shall we say sensitive husband. For those who didn't know now you do.
We had been married five years before I was blessed with the joy of finally being pregnant. During those five years my husband rarely wanted me to be a part of his life outside our abode, which was about eighteen hours out of the day.
He only wanted to hang out "with the guys" which meant drinking and chasing skirts, but hey this is not the story, just needed you to have a little background, so you can be as surprised at his request as I was <smile>
I was a little over seven months pregnant, and still barely showing. Due to the fact I had high blood pressure my doc advised a maximum weight gain of fifteen pounds. So on a Friday morning in late September my dear sweet hubby said "lets do something tomorrow" after I picked myself up from the floor, I said sure did you have anything in mind? He got a huge grin and said "well sort of, I already made reservations" My mind is whirling hmmm dinner and a movie perhaps, or better yet a weekend at the beach.......so I ask what is it?
He says we are going deep sea fishing, and we need to be there at four in the morning. This time I managed to make it to the couch before hitting the floor again.
I recall my answer as if it were yesterday "Are you NUTS, you want to bond... chasing Jaws"? First off I hate any kind of fishing, I do not like the smell or the taste of any seafood. I am seven months pregnant, and the last place in the world I want to be is on a fishing boat with this lunatic. For the past five years I was virtually nonexistent to this man, now he wants to take me fishing. I gave all the excuses I could come up with, like not a good idea with being pregnant and all. He and my doctor were buddies so he tells me to call and ask if it's OK? Well, I do and good old stab you in the back doc says "sure you can go, if the boat capsizes you'll float" Damn I though I was living in Rhode Island not the Twilight Zone.
At any rate again I decline his thoughtful suggestion, when he says something like......you're always bugging me to do things together, now I ask you and you say no. Well, he managed to get this old Irish temper up and I say fine we'll go fishing. The whole while thinking I'd rather be having a root canal.
So up at three AM and head to the docks, park and get out of the car, mmm just smell that fishy air.....We walk down to the pier to our cruise line for the day, only to find about forty guys, laughing, eating, and drinking beer. I can only pray these guys are dock workers. NOT they are our shipmates for the day. So now with our little gathering of forty-one guys and myself we are off for our own little three hour tour, which turned into a fourteen hour near death (or wishing) experience.
Things were fine for about the first hour of cruising into deeper water. Actually watching the sun rise was a beautiful experience, which I enjoyed alone, because the macho men were still drinking beer, and playing cards.
Then without warning my stomach began to let me know it was there. I became violently ill, and ran back and forth to the uno sex bathroom, constantly until the boat finally stopped. I literally staggered into a small spot in the center of the boat that was covered, and had a bench in it. It is there I took up residence for the next ten hours. Hubby darling that he was came in exactly two times to see me, first was to tell me my line was all baited and ready to go, second was to inform me how much this little trip was costing, and that I was not even fishing......Whew good thing I was incapacitated or he might have been decapitated.
The other guys visited me more often, they came in saying hey wanna beer? Eat some of this chicken, which had been in bags under the bow, and was dripping with sea water. However, being the children men can sometimes be, they each came in to show me every little guppy they had caught. I'm not sure if they expected pats on the backs, highs five's, or hey way to go man. If they did, they sure were disappointed. Each time I lifted my head I was sick all over again. If I didn't move, and barely took a breath it was tolerable.
Finally I see by the time it will soon be time to head to solid ground, just as I was thinking this the captain announces that because of the beautiful day, and the fact the fish are biting so well, we are going to stay out two more hours. Now, I am finally convinced this was a ploy and plotted by my husband to kill me off. All I consumed all day was ice chips, which would not even stay put. Yehaw I hear the engines crank up... I felt like Tony Orlando and Dawn "I'm coming home I done my time"....lalalala.
Lying down while the boat was in motion was another "not to do" so I get up and drag myself to the deck. Now to add insult to injury the captain announce two things 1. We had lost the power of one engine, and would be twice as long getting back to shore 2. He requested that the "head" (bathroom) only be used for it's intended purposes, which meant he did not want me camping out in there.
Yet, by this time I really did not care, leaning over the side was about all the energy I could muster anyway. Waves hit me in the head, and those guys kept offering me beer. I have always prided myself on being a strong person, but I was losing this battle. As hubby walked by, and still pouting about the damn $40 bucks it cost for the trip. I asked if our life insurance was paid up? He said it was and wanted to know why, I said because it's against my religion to willingly jump overboard, but you can push me anytime now. At that point I really think I was serious, I have never been so sick. I imagine at that point he felt like it, but was afraid there were too many witnesses around. So I got a pat on the head, much like you'd pat that sloppy old hound dog.
The trip ended, and the seasickness remained three more glorious days. So my advice if you are pregnant do not go deep sea fishing, and be leery if uninvolved hubby suddenly wants you to share time with him. Perhaps, I would have gotten sick anyway, but to be honest I never gave it another chance. As is evident by this writing I did survive, and no complications with the rest of the pregnancy. Now, people have the nerve to ask why I don't like seafood, Go Figure!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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