So... turns out that I am going to have a baby.
Not even kidding.
If you are passed out right now (or vomiting or hyperventilating) then you know exactly how I felt when that little stick turned blue.
(If you are doing a touchdown dance or congratulating your Superman sperm then you know how Justin was feeling...)
We weren't trying.
I have been putting off writing this post because I was SO HOPING that by this point in the pregnancy I would be getting over the shock and be excited.
Turns out I don't really deal well with change/surprises/unplanned major events. Add to that 24-7 nausea and some dry heaving and you've got one pretty annoyed Emily.
Us Bostics... we don't handle stomach illness. We pray to die. And I am not embellishing that at all.
So in between my little chats with the Lord and laying on the couch watching Kardashian and Band of Brothers marathons, I really haven't had much time to be happy about our little addition.
(And I had to miss my girls weekend that I was really looking forward to which made me mad. I am sure Caroline is secretly glad because I would have surely puked in her car.)
So, please, please don't leave any comments about how selfish I am being, or how I should be so happy to be able to conceive, or how there are people out there dealing with xyz, etc. I really do KNOW all of these things. Just pray for me, please.
Here are some logistical details...
I am 11 weeks and due on NEW YEARS DAY.
Really? Poor kid. Never gonna have a party just for him/herself.
Of course Justin is hoping for a 2009 baby to get the tax write-off. Imagine that.
I am taking Zofran every day. It has helped me to sit up and get myself to work. I would trade all my previously loved narcotics for a couple Zofran without a second thought.
Of course I want a girl. That should not surprise.
And I will spare you the pic of the ultrasounds because it really looks like a blob to me. I think ultrasoundographers (did I make that up) have great imaginations.
That is all.
I will write more in a few weeks, when I feel better. My doctor PROMISED. I am holding him to it. (And he is just so cute, I can't not believe him!!)
