At the festive hour of 8pm last evening, my hubby and dear children and I set off from balmy Florida for the cold, frozen lakes of Minnesota.
We were thinking that the children would sleep through the night, and hubby and I would drive in shifts. This seemed an alright idea to me as I am often up four to five times a night anyway, and usually wake up for the day between four and six am.
Around 2:30am, I awoke from a fitful rest and informed hubby it was my turn to drive.
I was wide awake… I had thought.
At about 3:00am, I realized I was about to fall asleep! Well, this really freaked me out seeing as I was totally responsible for the four people I loved most in the world who were sleeping peacefully and completely trusting me with their lives in the back seats.
I had to pee (I do all the time anyway since I am pregnant and sitting upright puts baby right on my bladder) so I stopped, ran into a convenience store peed and purchased a Red Bull, a container of Original Pringles, and a box of Junior Mints. I figured that combination would keep me awake!
Well. I have never had a Red Bull in my entire life. Never. I have no idea what possessed me to try one when I am six months pregnant and driving in the middle of the night!
The next five hours are a blur for me. I was teetering between two crippling conditions at all times.
1. A new crack like addiction to Red Bull.
2. The inability to go more then 13 minutes without having to pee so bad it was painful.
About five minutes after my first ever sip of that mysteriously fruity concoction, I was filled with energy. My mind was racing. I was singing the Red Bull commercial in my head and thinking, "It really DOES give you wings!"
I thought of no less then 40 amazing tweets that I was desperate to share on twitter (but totally unable to since I was driving and it was like 4:00am) that I have now completely forgotten.
When the GPS annoyingly reminded me for the zillionth time to "Stay Right" I exuberantly answered, "Yooooouuuuuu betcha!"
I stopped four times to use the restroom over the next five hours.
The first time I threw up Pringles and Red Bull. (who am I kidding. I had eaten some Junior Mints too. I have no shame) Seeing as I was now addicted though, I bought another, even larger size Red Bull.
As well as a large cappuccino.
The baby was kicking me like mad, adding to the fact that I felt like I needed to pee a measly four minutes after I had left the bathroom.
And to top it off, I was STILL exhasuted and fighting the dreaded drooping eyelids.
Right about the time I thought for sure I would have to pull over and just give in to the fatigue, the sun peeked its bright head over the horizon and the breaking dawn rejuvenated me.
Well, for about another half hour.
Then we stopped for breakfast, I realized that I was sick to my stomach again, and that I would probably never ever consume another Red Bull as long as I lived.
To top it all off, I cannot get the wretched taste of Red Bull out of my mouth.
And now I sit nauseous and sickly (not the glorified Victorian thin version, just the pukey one) in the back of a mini-van trying to share this with someone in the vain hopes that I am not the only one who has not had a good experience with Red Bull.
I gotta go before I puke on my computer. (going for a record of how many times I can say the word puke and Red Bull in one post)
*I do NOT condone the use of Redbull during pregnancy.