Shmupdate

Well I am a terrible blogger.

I am the world's best blog stalker,

but never find anything interesting to post on my own.

So I'll just give a brief update on what's been going on.

I am doing much better!

I haven't even been in the hospital for 2 weeks!
For me, and how the rest of my summer has been, this is fantastic.
In fact, I haven't even gotten sick since I was in on the 15th.
And I even got to go see Wicked!! And loved it.

Look! I'm even wearing makeup! And I have a bra on!

Well, that pretty much sums up

my update as to what I have been up to.

Wow I'm boring.

My days consist of sleeping in,

eating whatever I can stomach at the moment,

and reading a lot of Harry Potter.

Alone.

On my couch.

G-rated.

Like I'm really going to get dressed when I'm all by myself. Please.

The doc says he sees a light at the end of the tunnel.

At first I thought he was refering to the fact

that he's old and in my opinion a little cooky.

Then I realized he was talking about me and getting better.

YAY!

This is great since I have to start

student teaching in less than a month! Yikes!

In other news, I do a lot of blog stalking and find myself really

looking forward to these posts every day.

Holy crap this girl cracks me up!

Read it.

Welp...that's all folks.

Love, Erica

Everyone...

...please pray I am feeling good on Friday. Albert got me Wicked tickets for my birthday last month before I was sick and it's this Friday. But based on yesterday and today...things aren't looking so good. I really really want to go, but having to run out of the theatre vomiting isn't an appealing option either. So prayers would be much appreciated.

Love,
Erica & Baby

Baby Bump

Ok...I'm actually a little embarrassed to post these,

because to me they just show how big I already am.

But la madre insisted.

I'm already portly as it is,

do I really need to be so big already??!!?

Oh well.

My family has taken quite a liking to it, rubbing my belly

and making comments about how "cute" it is.

I can think of a few other words,

but a baby is a miracle so I should be happy about it.

So without further ado, I give you....

The 10 Week Baby Bump

And just for kicks

The end.

A Miracle

Yesterday was a terrific day. Besides the fact that I am doing MUCH better (knock on wood, right???) and can keep stuff down/generally feel better, I went to my obgyn and got to hear the heartbeat!!!! It was fantastic. I didn't know if I'd be able to because I'm just 10 weeks but we did! My mom went with me because Mr. Holmstrom was at school and of course she cried. I was just in shock, that galloping noise was the best noise I have ever heard. Music to my ears. I have been saying for weeks that if I could just have an ultrasound or hear the heartbeat or SOMETHING then maybe I would be in better spirits because I'd have some sort of justification for being so sick. Sure enough, my spirits are way up. Soaring. There is a BABY inside me! It makes everything this past month seem much more bearable and worth it. I am so excited. I go back in 4 weeks, and then 4 weeks after that we'll be able to try to see the gender! Wow. This is all so incredible. I'm having a baby!!!!

PS: I'm huge. At only 10 weeks I could not figure out why I'm showing so early. I mean already I definitely look pregnant. However, my mom read today that women who are short and have a short torso aka ME show pretty early since there's no vertical room for the baby to fill.

Translation: I'm going to be GINORMOUS!!

Conversations of a Sick Pregnant Woman and Her 12 Year Old Husband

Hey, I'm back! Back from the dead that is. Geez louise I bet after that last post you all thought I just couldn't have any more fun, rrriiiiigggghhhhttt??? I knew it. Well think again my friends, because this post is coming to you after a 4 day hospital stay last weekend and a 3rd ER visit on Independence Day. That's right folks, it just doesn't get any better than this. However, after all the venting, and crying, and feeling sorry for myself (which, ok i'll admit, still happens occasionally) I have really REALLY been trying to keep my spirits up, even when everything I eat is coming up too. :O)

Anyway, I have decided that Mr. Holmstrom and I have some funny conversations when I am weak and sick and barely lucid. Did I use that term right? I don't know why I'm sharing this, but it gives a little insight into our cooky world we live in. Both of these happened Sunday for example.

Me: g rated, lying half dead on the couch, puke bowl/water/half empty roll of toilet paper next to me.
Mr. Holmstrom: scavenging the kitchen for anything to eat, since I haven't cooked in months. Seriously.

Mr. Holmstrom: farts. "I'm sorry I just keep farting."
Me: in my head: ya right, you've been doing it all night and day. out loud: "it's ok honey, i fart too."
Mr. Holmstrom: "i KNOW."
Me: coming to my own defense. "hey! mine don't smell, and they're silent!"
Mr. Holmstrom: "neither do mine! but they're just so loud! It sounds like I'm stepping on a duck." proceeds to make farting noise over and over. and it really DID sound like stepping on a duck!
Me: quietly roll my eyes

A little while later, the hubby sits behind me and holds my shaking body as I throw up the yogurt I ate 20 minutes earlier.

Mr. Holmstrom: "that smells good."
Me: "ya, it tastes just like it did going down too."
Mr. Holmstrom: "that's good..."
Me: continues to vomit...

Needless to say, we are awesome. And slightly disgusting.