Josh has bad morning sickness. :(
Matt hugs me as I cry. I feel so worthless.
I pull out the movie, "Gifted Hands" it's about a brain surgeon. It's extremely depressing. He separates two twins conjoined at the head. It takes 22 hours. I am a mess. Matt is holding me as I cry. Why am I so damn emotional?!
I stop the movie, and Matt kisses me. I start crying again.
He kisses me a bit harder.
I choke out a sob.
"M-Matt....I've had it. I don't want this little fucker anymore! I don't want to deal with the pain."
I cry as something moves in my stomach, and it fucking hurts! I wrap my arms around my stomach.
"Josh? Are you okay? Should I get a nurse?" He babbles.
"No, I'm fine."
"You were just in the hospital! I'm getting a nurse!"
He runs out and drags a nurse in.
"What's wrong Joshua?"
"My stomach hurts. Really bad too!"
She feels my stomach, then the pain starts again.
"Joshua, sweetie, the baby is kicking. It's moving around to get excersice. You're fine. It's normal."
Matt stares at me.
The little fucker is growing really fast. It's only four months and its kicking....
What the fuck is going on?!
Matt wakes me up the next morning, smiling.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like I could faint and puke...."
"Stomach still hurts?"
"Not only that, I'm terrified of how the little fucker is going to be b--" I stop.
I open my mouth and puke all over myself. Matt rubs my back, and takes me to the bathroom. He sits with me as I heave. I am coughing now, from the heaves. I feel like my body is burning. I can't stand this anymore!
I curl up on the bathroom floor. Matt looks at me.
"Baby, you need to lie in your bed. I'll grab the bucket in case you get sick."
"Can't...room is spinning. Make it still. Make it stop Matty."
I groan as he picks me up. I am carried back to my bed, and Matt starts undressing me.
"Matty, what are you doing?"
"You can't stay in your puke soaked clothes forever..."
"I'm out of clothes. I left them at the hospital."
"It's fine, you can sleep in your boxers."
"I puked on them. And I'm fat."
Matt rubs my head, "you're not fat Josh, you're pregenant"
He grabs some boxers from my underwear drawer. I change, and fall on the bed. My head spins, and I roll over...and puke on Matt. I fucking hate my life.
He looks at me.
"You okay, beauty?"
"I'm..fine. I have a stomachache. And this little fucker is doing backflips...and--oh god Matt! I think I'm going to be sick!!"
Matt grabs the bucket, and I throw up on him, again. My face grows red. I hate this. Someone save me from myself...
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