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Avoiding the Lo Mein

jasmine banks

Today I was reminded of a monumentally ridiculous story from back when Jasmine and I were pregnant with Addison and Max. If you remember, Jasmine and I were about 6 weeks apart in our pregnancies, which by the way, if you ever decide it would be fun to be pregnant at the same time as your best friend, don't be the friend who is second in line to deliver. Because when your friend makes it through all the crappy parts, you will still be in them, and she will be all "WHHEEEE! I wake up in the morning again without the relentless desire to vomit!" and you will be all, "Shut up will you?! *vomit*" and then later she will be all "WHEEE!!! Look at my baby! She is all born and here and I am no longer an incubator!" and you will be all "Oh she IS cute! And born! And I can't walk for my giant belly is in my way for another 6 weeks. *Incubate*" Anyway, so this one time when Jasmine and I were pregnant we decided we needed Chinese food for lunch. Jasmine was somewhere around 23 weeks, making me somewhere around 17 weeks. We were at Jasmine's house, lazing away a winter afternoon. We ordered Chinese food, chicken fried rice and crab rangoon and probably some Dr Pepper. We stuffed our faces with the food and watched Memoirs of a Geisha. Then at some point I went home.

Several hours later, at my house, it was dinner time. We were all sitting at the table, and out of nowhere I was hit with some seriously intense stomach cramping and nausea. I bolted to the bathroom and just stayed there a while, nothing happening, just waiting out the inevitable puke or poop and while I was there waiting, my phone rang. It was Jasmine. She was in the bathroom having just puked up an entire days' worth of food. She had cramps and nausea and puke and poop.

So I went to her house to offer support and poop solidarity and when I got there and asked about her symptoms we realized that sadly, we had gotton food poisoning. Two pregnant girls, pooping and puking and cramping and moaning around in misery.

I tell you what, there is nothing quite like sharing pregnancy with your best friend. It is awesome and amazing and will likely bring you closer together. But if I could offer one more bit of advice, stay away from Chinese food because your friendship probably does not need to withstand an evening of pregnant food poisoning. Your friendship will be fine without that experience.