“Okay, let’s take a look at this little one.”
Laying on the table, I look up at the little screen waiting of the UltraSound Tech to show me my little one. Since being told I was pregnant, I’ve been waiting for this appointment for days. I just wanted to have confirmation that there’s a person inside of me.
Next to me, Ethan is holding my hand. I honestly think that he’s more excited about this than I am. I’m actually nervous as hell about this. I never thought I’d ever be here. I woke up this morning, threw up and immediately became a little anxious about this. You get the news, the symptoms, and the bloatedness but, it doesn’t prepare you one bit for actually seeing that tiny little creature on the screen. Then there’s the possibility that there could be no heartbeat and we would’ve gotten out hopes up for nothing.
I’m pulled away from my thoughts when she squirts the gel crap on my stomach. I watch as she puts the monitor thing on my stomach and begins moving it around. I take a few deep breaths as I wait to hear that little heartbeat. Seconds that feel like minutes pass and I begin to think something is wrong. I can feel Ethan squeezing my hand a little tighter than he was before. He’s worried. I’m worried. What if....
“There it is.” The tech says and suddenly as clear as day, I hear it.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
My baby’s heartbeat.
A smile spreads across my face and tears begin to pool in my eyes. As I’m looking at the screen, I feel Ethan lean in and kiss my temple.
“That’s our baby.”
We both watch as the tech points out the little bean inside of me before taking a few pictures. When she’s done, I go back to the exam room to talk to the doctor. My doctor, Dr. Lui, comes in and talks to me about what I should be expecting now. I tell him about my morning sickness, smell sensitivity, and fatigue. I explain that my baby book says that I should be out of this stage by but, Dr. Lui simply chuckles and tells me that a book can’t dictate what a pregnant body does. He says that some women go by the book and some women are sick the whole nine months. Please, God, don’t let that person be me. I can’t take throwing up every day. I actually like Ethan’s cologne, but now I can’t stand the smell of it. And I fall asleep at least 3 times at work every day. It sucks.
When all my questions are answered, we head out for lunch. Thankfully, we both took the day off so I don’t have to do anything but rest. Ethan takes us to a little place to eat and out of all the yummy things on the menu, I only have the stomach to order from the kids″ menu. I get chicken tenders and mac and cheese with a glass of lemon water. Ethan, the smug son of a bitch, orders a small plate of ribs, mac and cheese, baked beans, and a large Coke. Asshole.
When we get out food, I stare at his plate for a full five minutes before digging into my plate. When I catch of whiff of his food, I moan softly.
“Gimme a rib.”
“Gimme!” I beg and he chuckles, picking up a small rib.
I grab it and when I take a bite, the sauce makes my mouth water. I savor the spicy goodness and it’s like heaven on earth. While I’m working on the one rib, Ethan takes the liberty of putting two more on my plate. I nod at him and he just nods with a smile on his face.
“I love you so much.” He mumbles.
“Mhm,” I say back as I’m biting off the fall off the bone meat.
“That’s going to come back to bite you in the ass later.” Ethan comments but, I chose to ignore him completely. I can’t let him ruin my moment right now.
I finish all the ribs and my food in under 20 minutes. I don’t know when I became so hungry but, since I wasn’t nauseous, I guess my appetite came back. At the end of the meal, I’m satisfied and ready for a nap. After Ethan pays, we head out. However, about 20 minutes into the ride, I feel a burning sensation in my throat and chest. I burp a few times and groan.
Ethan looks at me and hands me my to go water from the yummy restaurant. I take a few sips and it helps a little but, soon the fire begins to rise.
“I think you should pull over.” I say to the driver and when he does, I open the door just in time for me to hurl up spicy BBQ on the curb.
Ethan rubs my back as I throw up the contents of my stomach. The vomit literally burns my throat and when I’m done, it’s sore and tender. I take in some more ice water and it helps soothe the irritation. Once I’m sure I’m throwing up, I close the car door, taking a few breaths.
“You okay, baby?”
“Yeah. I’m good.”
We get home sometime later and instead of my place, we go to Ethan’s. In his room, he strips me down to my underwear and puts me in bed with a cool hand towel on my forehead. In bed, I play on my phone for a little bit before I doze off. In my sleep, I can still hear the things around me. I hear Ethan come to check on me multiple times. I hear him lean over and tell the baby that it’s making mommy feel bad. If I weren’t sleeping, I’d laugh at that. I could never picture Ethan talking to a baby inside of a tummy, but I heard it with my own ears. I also hear him take a shower. I want to wake up, but I’m just so damn tired.
I assume it’s night time because, at some point, I feel Ethan join me in bed. My body allows me to open my eyes briefly and I see Ethan’s head on my stomach. I only get to see it for a split second, but it’s a great split second. It’s a second that makes me realize how great of a father Ethan is going to be. I’m nervous about this baby, but Ethan’s presence comforts me a lot. I feel like where ever I fall short, he’ll catch the slack. I hope. There’s a chance that we could be shitty parents. Lord...
For the first time in a long time, I sleep the whole entire night. I sleep so well that the next morning I wake up before Ethan does. So early that he doesn’t hear me throw up a little water. It’s not as bad as the past mornings, but it still sucks. With a small burst of energy, I go to the kitchen and start breakfast for us. I make Ethan an omelet and I make myself toast with a fruit salad. At the doctors yesterday, it was mentioned that I’d actually lost a couple of pounds. I told them that the only thing I can stomach is fruit and they ordered me to get some veggies in my system so with the leftover greens from the omelet, I make a small salad. I’ve never eaten so healthy in my life.
10 minutes later, Ethan comes waltzing into the kitchen and I’m about to say good morning, but the tent in his pants catches me off guard. I stare at it for a while and between my legs, I feel a small tinge of hormones coming through. I haven’t had sex with Ethan since our threesome with Anna. We didn’t even go to the club over the weekend because I was too sleepy. We stayed in and ate fruit. I’ve been too sick to even think about sex but, here I am, looking at my fiance’s bulge and wanting to drop to my knees and take him in my mouth.
“Thea. Eyes up here.”
Ethan smiles as he shakes his head, taking his plate.
At least I know I’m not completely dorment down there.