You're going to get us all sick!

I got really sick the weekend Andrew and his friend came to go snowboarding.  Josh came home from the airport and found out I wasn't feeling well.  It sounded like the flu so he told me, "I'm sorry you are sick but you're going to get us all sick!" and closed the bedroom door to quarantine my sickness from them.  Well, it ends up what I had was a bit more serious and not contagious.  Three pregnancy tests later a week later and it was apparent by all three positives that I had caught the Nine Month Flu.  I was shocked!  I threw the remaining weeks of my birth control away along with the three tests whose faint lines I thought couldn't be dark enough to be right and told Josh the news in a blurted semisentence.  Still in denial I went to an IHC clinic by the hospital just to be sure.  They gave it to me in printed black and white.  Josh was excited, I still felt this was some kind of bizarre dream.  My OB has told me when I wanted children it might be hard to get pregnant so I was in denial for a good two weeks and Josh was excited and went into his planning/future dad mode.

We are very excited.  Our due date is September 20th.  We had our first ultrasound on Feb 17th.  Now everything feels even more real to me.  I have been sick more often than not.  I normally love food and now eating feels like a chore.  I've decided women who loves being pregnant are an odd sort and the HCG diet works for people because it probably makes them sick.  I have a hard time with cheeses and meats.  I can eat fruits and veggies and cereal most of the time.  Juice is my safety net because it is easier to keep down.  I don't cook very much because all the smells make me sick and I don't order dessert.  This is all like a parallel universe for Josh.  I normally love to cook and bake and always want dessert.  My doctor put me on an anti nausea medication when we went in on the 17th.  It has helped a lot.  Josh has been great.  He'll read me sections in the baby books when I've spent most of the day hovering over the toilet.  He chooses sections like Post Partum Depression and inserts his own interjections to mak these "things I need to read" humorous.  Inserting not to throw or yell at the baby midsentence and then demonstrating the things I shouldn't say or do.  He also helps with the house cleaning I usually always do.  I am hormonely overly emotional.  I never cry, never cried would be more accurate, over little nothings.  Now I know he's joking but my feelings are still hurt enough to cry.  Or I was looking for a quote to do with vinyl lettering.  I read one that said, "Sisters are different flowers from the same garden."  Aubree thought I'd lost it because I got all teary eyed even though I didn't think it was as touching as my hormones did at the moment.  It's definitely been an adventure so far and Josh has made it a lot easier for me.

What do I want, boy or girl?  I don't honestly care either way both have their own fun things.  Josh wants a boy.  Most of the people he's told have told him they think it will be a girl.  He insists he is a "man maker" I would be happy if it was a girl just to not hear him say he is a "man maker" ever again.  He told me, "I want a little me, not a little you."  He is constantly making me laugh.  He hopes boy or girl the baby is as big or bigger than he was, 10 lbs 1 oz.  I hope it is at least a pound smaller.  But big or small boy or girl I just want it to be healthy and can't wait for this sick phase to end.