My oh my, I can still remember how nauseated I felt feel when we were in the Caribbean. We have booked our vacation 3 months before.Joel and I were both excited it was our first cruise and destination was...British Virgin Island of the Caribbean. Yes..we were both excited!!!until we realized 3 weeks prior to our vacation that I was 3 months pregnant! We didn't get an insurance for this particular trip so we have no choice but to go ahead and get on the plane to Puerto Rico no matter what. My first clue that this vacation wouldn't be such a great vacation like we imagined it should was when Joel got a severe attack of food poisoning when we arrived in Tortola (the biggest island amongst the BVI). I was so scared i was ready to just give up the vacation and head back to the US and make Joel feel better. We went to a doctor but they would not open until such and such time. So we decided to go to a pharmacy and ask someone to give us something that will alleviate his stomach ache and puking. God must have been on our side that all those symtoms didn't really go away but at least made Joel decide that we will continue with our cruise. We we hopped on a Windjammer cruise to see all of the beautiful and serene British Virgin islands.
And my dilemma begun. I had the worst morning sickness that would start from the moment I open my eyes until I go to bed. It kinda ease up a little bit when we dock at every island and have some party by the beach. I would just sit still most of the time trying not to move my stomach thinking it will help me not to throw up. I must have at least one day of good day that Joel decided to take me up to the mountains on an ATV ride. That was a ride of a lifetime. I am a wimp and the slightest adventure would just make me automatically say "NO". But this time I decided to do it. A lot of the people were concerned because they knew I was pregnant and on my first trimester. Anyway I just went and did it. Looking back....I never regret I did it. I saw the Caribbean in a whole different view....
One more nasty experience I had was going back to Tortola to catch a flight to San Juan , Puerto Rico and I realized i don't have my wedding ring in my hand. I had to go back to the ship knowing that my flight is 2 hours away and I did not find my ring..I was so upset that Joel assured me he'd get me a new ring. Also the ring was insured. But when we got home to Long Beach and I was unpacking my clothes my ring just rolled on the floor... Thanks goodness!!
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