~Monday, July 30, 2007

It's not a baby!

Sunday morning confirmed my suspicions that I am indeed not pregnant. It swept upon me with such a sudden fury that I tried to figure out what I had done in the past to warrant this kind of pain. Scott got up to smoke and turned the living room TV on while I showered. I was sniffling while I brushed my teeth and by the time Scott came to inspect the sniffling, I was crawling back into bed.

I began to sob. Body-racking sobs. It just hurt too much. Scott jumped back in alarm. Besides a wayward tear, he's never seen me lose it. Not even when I wrecked my motorbike. He hovered over me and covered me up, "Baby, don't cry. Please don't cry," he pleaded. His voice was so worried and high-pitched that I stopped sobbing just long enough to see if he was about to cry as well.

"Does it normally hurt like this?"

"No," I thought my body handled the Plan B so well, but now I could check off every one of the side effects.

"This is all my fault," he crooned.

Scott went into the kitchen and returned with a glass of water and enough Advil that I actually thought they were M&Ms. I took four and he helped me out of my clothes and back into some PJs. I got so dizzy I fell and he caught me and helped me to the couch. On the couch I laid my head in his lap while he stroked my hair.

"Baby, I have to go to work now," he said after about 20 minutes. I nodded. "But if you need anything--anything--just call me. Okay?"

I began throwing up shortly thereafter. I didn't bother calling him. He's hourly and if he left to help me, it would actually cost him money. I wasn't going to do that to him.

I was supporting myself on the kitchen counter when Scott used his key and came back into my apartment. "I couldn't leave you like this. I called out to work. Here, I went to the local bakery and got you breakfast." I turned around and he held a coffee cup and a cinnamon bun. I wanted so much to tell him I loved him in that moment.

Last week Mez wrote about What Women Want and in the very short and reasonable list was "To be looked after when we're sick." In her comments section I actually stated that was the one thing I wanted the most and now he's standing in my kitchen with a cinnamon bun. I felt like I had everything on that list.

He gathered me up and put me back on the couch. He flipped through the channels and settled on A.I. Underworld came on next, but my lack of interest put me back into my bedroom to lie down. Scott followed me and climbed in, spooning me. We napped.

I woke up to ESPN. Scott had just sat down on the couch and his hair was all disheveled from sleeping. I popped more pills and climbed in his lap while he watched NASCAR. I'm not a fan of racing, but he was spending his afternoon with me and fielding calls from his bosses. He rubbed my back without me asking.

Only my mother has taken care of me like that. This morning I got up and fished my cinnamon bun out of the fridge and poured myself a glass of iced tea. I walked to where Scott was still sleeping on the couch (he never made it to bed) and I unwrapped one of his arms and put it around me.

"Morning sunshine," I murmured into his temple and kissed his hairline.

"How are you feeling," he mumbled.

"I feel good. It's 8 o'clock and I'm heading to work. Thank you so much for yesterday, it really meant a lot to me."

"I was happy to do it."

I brushed his hair back, kissed his flushed face, and left the sleeping boy on my couch.


AmyD said...

Awwww! I was already a fan of Scott, but he just sealed the vote for me. :o) What a sweetheart! I'm so glad he was there for you...every woman deserves to have someone there for them the way he's been there for you. Congrats on finding an attentive, caring man.

Hope you're feeling better today! Sounds terrible...I took Plan B about a million years ago (OK, twelve) and I didn't have any side effects, so I had no idea. :o( Take it easy!

Oh, and congrats also for not being preggers. ;o)

Peach said...

Yay girl!

Good to hear:
That you're not pregnant.
That Scott's cool enough to realise you need him.
That he's (equally) responsible and he realises that it hurts like hell!
That you're now feeling better

Bad to hear: That it hurt like hell.

dont eat the token said...

That is class A boyfriend behavior! Congrats on all the things that are good.

Venting said...

awwww - what a sweetheart! Sounds like a keeper!

La Femme said...

Lucky girl. I'm sick as a dog, but all my boy does is get me drugs and then watch Star Trek. I love him anyway though :-)

M said...

hey that is VERY cool!!! :D

Anonymous said...

I concur. Very cool.

Single Girl said...

Yay! What a good boyfriend!!!! Isn't it great when they act like men and take responsibility and realize you need to be taken care of?! It's fantastic! Sorry the Plan B hurt, but better that than what could have possibly been. Glad things are all better now! I think Scott deserves another huge hug and thank you. Yay! for Scott and you!

Bexxie said...

So glad to hear you're not preggerz! But I am sorry you had to go thru all that pain ((hugz))

Scott sounds like a great guy to be looking after you.


Drama Queen said...

Wow. That is so nice. He is a keeper lady. . .

Reminds me of when BF went out hunting for a hot water bottle to ease my tummy. He came back with a fury one because he thought I'd like it the best.

I am so glad that you are not pregnant and that you have the man you deserve!

Amber said...

I think he's falling in love with you, Sarah.

Guys do not take time off of work to take care of their girlfriend when they're sick if it's simply an, "well, I care about her... but we're still just kind of dating" thing.

Deep breath! Stop that! No hyperventillating, dammit!

Seriously though...

Obviously, there are some strong feelings on both sides. This is an awesome thing to watch unfold.

I'm so happy for you!

And thanks for the text letting me know!

I'll give you a call tomorrow. I had ran around town and by the time I got back, I was exhausted. I missed your call because I was asleep and didn't even hear my phone. Sorry!!!

Talk soon, hun!

Anonymous said...

Plan B sounds painfully aweful.

So glad you have such an adoring man!!


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