It somehow hasn't really sunk in that I'm pregnant. Except for the really bad bout of nausea and vomitting, I still feel the same.
Leo has been very supportive over the whole thing, especially last night. I texted him that I threw up 4 times already and felt really horrible. He left work early to buy me Gatorade and finished working here at home while watching over me.
I was touched when I woke up and saw a packet of low salt high fibre crackers on my bedside table with instructions to eat them before I got out of bed. My husband is so thoughtful.
My goal now is to survive the first trimester. Please pray that we'll have a really healthy baby. I can't wait for my ultrasound and see that little dot (according to my OB. A dot is what we'll see on my first ultrasound) and hear the heartbeat. Maybe then it will really sink in that a little life is growing inside me.