Update

So we have been back to the doctors twice now since last time. We went back at 12 weeks to hear the heartbeat, which by the way the baby was being a stinker and didnt want us to hear. The doctor would pick it up and not move and all of a sudden it was gone and we had to search again. When she was finally able to get it and keep it there it was so amazing to hear my baby's heartbeat. Then we went two days ago for our 14 week. And as they say 14 weeks is the magical week because the nausea is gone. Which I am beyond happy about. When we were there the doctor was listening to the heartbeat when all of a sudden some kid next door started screaming like someone was killing him. So it made both the doctor and I laugh and she explained that he was 9 and was gettting shots which he hates. But everytime he screamed we just couldn't help but laugh. It was so hard to actually focus and try and listen. When we were about to leave John asked if there was anyway we could get an ultra sound to see the baby and she said we would have to pay $25 for it. He's like thats not bad. Lets do it. So in another two weeks we go bad for that and in four weeks we go back for a normal check up.

Aslo the other day at John's work something went wrong with the acid and it blew up and fumes were everywhere. So Im at a friends and i get a picture of it and then a call and he says "I'm in the hospital but dont worry." Ok so when your husband calls and says that of course you worry. So he explained it all to me and said that he was brought in because they didnt no the exstent of the damage it could have caused. So I go to the hospital to see him and he's hooked up to iv's and an oxygen tube and they are checking him every hour to make sure he's ok. It was so scary for me. I just looked at him said glad your ok but I hate your job. Please try switching a.s.a.p. I felt so bad though because he had to be there till 9 am and I was way too tired to stay and so I left. And of course it took me a while to get to sleep and I had bad dreams about him being in there and really sucked. But Im glad to report that he is doing good. When he went to work the next day people were happy to see that he still had his arms and face. Apparently someone thought they got blown up. I love how people change stories. And I thank God that thats not the case at all.

I love my John and would not be the same if it werent for him. Hes The best thing to EVER happen to me.