5 weeks pregnant
Nic:
It was 6:28 I woke up the sound of Emma spilling her guts out into the toilet. Morning sickness. I got out of bed, walked into the bathroom, got her hair tie of the vanity, put her hair pack in a ponytail, and started rubbing her back.
"Babe are you ok?" I ask her handing her a rag to wipe her mouth.
"Morning sickness is a bitch." She replies.
I slowly help her down stairs where her mom was making eggs, and French toast.
"OH NO! I'LL BE BACK!" Emma says quick before running into the bathroom down the hall and starts throwing up again. I walk it to the bathroom and do the same thing.
"The smell just threw me off." She whispers.
"Ok. What do you want then?"
"Just get me fruit." She replies.
"Ok just go up stairs and lay back down. While walking into the kitchen Emma's phone rings. It was the doctor we had talked to about getting an ultrasound. Megan. Well doctor Vel.
"Hello I am Doctor Vel is this Mrs. Cole?" She asks politely.
"No she's laying down right now but this is the baby's father and her boyfriend." I reply
"Well tell Emma she has an ultrasound appointment on the 26th at 1:35?" She demands in a polite way but firm.
"Ok thank you see you then." She says bye and hangs up. I proceed to getting Emma her fruit.
"Babe here's your fruit." I say from the hall noticing she was crying and throwing up.
"Babe what's the matter you ok?" I say setting down the plate of fruit. She stops throwing up and just siting there on the bathroom floor crying.
"Honey I am so tired of this. I hate mornings sickness I am so big. I am not use to this I've always been skinny and now just look at me." She says pouting.
"I know but your doing it for a wonderful reason, and we have an ultrasound on the 26th at 1:45 with Megan."
"Ok. I can't wait to hear it's heart beat!" She says. After that we sit on the bed as she eats her fruit while we watch Netflix.
