Christmas morning
My son, then six years old, was watching cartoons.
I was frying bacon, making eggs and toast, pouring juice for our breakfast.
After breakfast, my Dad would be picking us up for a Christmas Day celebration.
As I stood over the stove frying bacon, I got nauseous and thought I was going to be really sick.
And I knew, at that moment, that I was pregnant.
Oh.
Crap.
