Dangit, Baby.

Oh my gosh. Listen. I know you are a little miracle but yesterday when I woke up I was really not happy with your behavior. HAHA.

 I remember waking up and telling myself, "oh my gosh, this is it, I'm not getting out of puking this time. its definitely coming up." You know that feeling when all you need to do to make it all come up is go get near that damn evil porcelain object located in the bathroom? Yeah. If I had gotten near that thing yesterday morning I would have been stuck there until at least noon. I don't know how many times in my life I've just grabbed a pillow and a blanket and just passed out in the bathroom floor thinking that it was any moment I was going to need to sit up right and hurl. Yesterday though, I was hell-bent on not allowing that to happen. For one, I didn't want to get up because I was afraid I wouldn't make it. I'd much rather make it to the bathroom and get it over with than make if halfway there and then frantically having to search for the # for stanley steamers. (I'm not cleaning that mess up!) So anyway, I woke up, felt like death and I remember telling my husband he made a mean baby. I laid there for a few more minutes just trying to breath in some fresh air and then took a few drinks of water. (I keep a stash of 16.9 fl oz bottles of water located on the headboard). Breath in..breath out.. gulp..Breath in..breath out.. gulp. 

Four hours later (approximately 12:44 pm) I wake up.

YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I didn't become best enemies with the toilet!!!! Yesterday was a success, for the most part.

After my first doctors appointment Wednesday, things still don't feel so real. I do remember sitting in the doctors office waiting for the nurse to come back in after I peed in the cup and almost halfway getting emotional. The last time I was in there was just for a regular pap exam and now I'm officially in the office as an OB patient. Surreal. Crazy. 

The doctor checked my uterus and it seems to be, uh, cooperating. Everything is moving right along. Did all my blood work and I left with an ultrasound scheduled for 12 days afterwards and another doctors appointment for 27 days later. 

That makes my first ultrasound officially eight days from today. I think this is the moment where I will see proof (other than exhaustion and nausea) of the life my husband and I have created... !