Again, for those of you who did not read the introduction that I posted weeks ago (pregnancy swallows up such time), a week before my scheduled Disney trip with DS and her son, I discovered DH and I were expecting our first little one. After allowing ourselves some time to glow in our good news, I realized that this would seriously effect my Disney trip.
No ToT or RnR for me. I was trying to be optimistic, but the moring sickness soon crept in and stayed with me for the entire summer.
Normally I enjoy packing for a trip. I'm one of those sick people who enjoys doing laundry and organizing stuff. The morning sickness changed all of that. I was fortunate that I didn't throw up at all, but I had the feeling as if I was going to throw up all day long. Honestly, vomitting would have been a welcome relief. The ginger ale, crackers, and Sea Bands did nothing to make me feel even the slightest bit better. Also, I never want to see ginger ale or a saltine cracker for the rest of my life.
Monday morning arrived and my sister, her son, and our dad arrived to take us to the airport. The huge plus of this trip was that we departed from Allentown, PA and arrived in Sanford. This was much easier than leaving from Philly. I highly recommend this to anyone who has the option to do so.
Even though it was my nephew's first plane ride, he was not phased about any of the plane experience. He did enjoy the numerous trips he "had" to make to the bathroom. We arrived on time in Sanford and were promptly met by our driver from Tiffany. I'm sorry I can't remember his name, but he was very helpful in loading up our luggage and hooking up the car seat for my DN.
After a stop at Goodings, where we bought lots of food we didn't even open, we arrived at the WL. My DS and DN explored the stream while I waited to check-in. After telling the CM I was expecting and really wanted to just lie down, we were off to our room overlooking the villas and quiet pool.
I don't remember really unpacking on this trip. I just loaded up my dirty clothes in a garbage bag and took from my suitcase what I needed.
DS and DN left for a swim while I napped. I quickly learned that DS and I could have saved much money by just taking DN to our local pool. All he was interested in doing for the majority of the trip was returning to the resort and swimming in the pool. Lesson learned.
We all got cleaned up and took the boat to the CR for our PS at the CG. I had been looking forward to this for months. This is where I realized that pregnancy had some very weird hold on my body. Things started out well enough. The flatbread went down and tasted good. The mussels, not so much. I later learned that there was lemon grass in the broth. This didn't smell good at all. My DS quickly dispatched of the mussels and a short while later our entrees arrived. Since I had the beef filet October '03, I couldn't wait to have it again. I love beef, especially the rare kind. Our wonderful waiter, Jon, set the plate down in front of me and my beef was covered in the bbq sauce I had asked not to have. I should have taken this as a sign. When the new filet arrived, I had one bite and immediately realized my steak eating days had come to a nine month end. I couldn't see it, taste it, or smell it. Jon took it away and offered to bring me something else. Nothing seemed appetizing, so after DS finished her pork, we headed out. The meal was a huge disappointment.
We ventured to the gift shop where I was able to get two of my monorail magnets. That gave me a warm fuzzy on a day filled with too much disappointment.
Due to the downpour outside, the monorail was packed. Thanks to a very polite man from Canada, I was able to sit down. Why is it that more men who are able to do so don't give up their seats to women and children? DH does so all the time and it's just another reason I love him.
We arrived back at the WL and I enjoyed some applesauce and warm Coke before bed.
Day two was our MK day and breakfast at the CP. I was hoping that breakfast food would agree with me.
No ToT or RnR for me. I was trying to be optimistic, but the moring sickness soon crept in and stayed with me for the entire summer.
Normally I enjoy packing for a trip. I'm one of those sick people who enjoys doing laundry and organizing stuff. The morning sickness changed all of that. I was fortunate that I didn't throw up at all, but I had the feeling as if I was going to throw up all day long. Honestly, vomitting would have been a welcome relief. The ginger ale, crackers, and Sea Bands did nothing to make me feel even the slightest bit better. Also, I never want to see ginger ale or a saltine cracker for the rest of my life.
Monday morning arrived and my sister, her son, and our dad arrived to take us to the airport. The huge plus of this trip was that we departed from Allentown, PA and arrived in Sanford. This was much easier than leaving from Philly. I highly recommend this to anyone who has the option to do so.
Even though it was my nephew's first plane ride, he was not phased about any of the plane experience. He did enjoy the numerous trips he "had" to make to the bathroom. We arrived on time in Sanford and were promptly met by our driver from Tiffany. I'm sorry I can't remember his name, but he was very helpful in loading up our luggage and hooking up the car seat for my DN.
After a stop at Goodings, where we bought lots of food we didn't even open, we arrived at the WL. My DS and DN explored the stream while I waited to check-in. After telling the CM I was expecting and really wanted to just lie down, we were off to our room overlooking the villas and quiet pool.
I don't remember really unpacking on this trip. I just loaded up my dirty clothes in a garbage bag and took from my suitcase what I needed.
DS and DN left for a swim while I napped. I quickly learned that DS and I could have saved much money by just taking DN to our local pool. All he was interested in doing for the majority of the trip was returning to the resort and swimming in the pool. Lesson learned.
We all got cleaned up and took the boat to the CR for our PS at the CG. I had been looking forward to this for months. This is where I realized that pregnancy had some very weird hold on my body. Things started out well enough. The flatbread went down and tasted good. The mussels, not so much. I later learned that there was lemon grass in the broth. This didn't smell good at all. My DS quickly dispatched of the mussels and a short while later our entrees arrived. Since I had the beef filet October '03, I couldn't wait to have it again. I love beef, especially the rare kind. Our wonderful waiter, Jon, set the plate down in front of me and my beef was covered in the bbq sauce I had asked not to have. I should have taken this as a sign. When the new filet arrived, I had one bite and immediately realized my steak eating days had come to a nine month end. I couldn't see it, taste it, or smell it. Jon took it away and offered to bring me something else. Nothing seemed appetizing, so after DS finished her pork, we headed out. The meal was a huge disappointment.
We ventured to the gift shop where I was able to get two of my monorail magnets. That gave me a warm fuzzy on a day filled with too much disappointment.
Due to the downpour outside, the monorail was packed. Thanks to a very polite man from Canada, I was able to sit down. Why is it that more men who are able to do so don't give up their seats to women and children? DH does so all the time and it's just another reason I love him.
We arrived back at the WL and I enjoyed some applesauce and warm Coke before bed.
Day two was our MK day and breakfast at the CP. I was hoping that breakfast food would agree with me.
But at least it's for a great cause, right? 
Actually, you don't really wish you could have vomitted, because unlike having stomach flu or something similar, vomitting when you're pregnant never seems to help. You feel just as wretched as before, except now there's a logistical problem (i.e. where's the nearest spot to hurl discreetly?) to deal with as well. I have fond memories of being sick into a garbage pail in our family room while trying to fend off the dog who was obviously thinking "Wow, Mom's got all that good food and she won't even share a little piece?". Isn't that lovely? 
