And Baby Makes Three
Chapter 3
The next morning comes quickly and I don't think that Nance or I moved. We were still in the same position with me wrapped hand her with my around over her stomach, almost protecting it. It's only 7:00 in the morning, earlier then I usually get up, but I know I won't be able to go back to sleep with everything on my mind. As I get up, Nance, in her sleep, realizes that she has lost contact with me and quietly whimpers. I pull the comforter up to her shoulders, brush her hair back to give her a kiss on her cheek and whisper that I loved her in her ear. I find the shirt of mine that she held last night and put that back in her hands; it seems to settle her down and back into a restful sleep.
I get dressed to take Gary outside to do her thing. I stand there. I don't realize that Gary is ready to go in until I get a paw scratching at my leg. By the time I return my beautiful bride is retching up last night dinner. I let go of Gary's leash at once and go and comfort my wife in the bathroom.
"Seriously, it's an alien Jimmy. I can't do this for nine months - puking my brains out everyday," she says as I carry her out from the bathroom.
I don't know what to tell her as she sits on my lap on the couch with her head resting on my left shoulder. I want to tell her that everything will be okay and it will pass but I'm not the one who has to endure the pregnancy. The only thing I can do is show how much I love and care for her by wrapping my arms protectively around her and rest my head on hers.
Minutes pass, how many I'm not sure. Nancy finds the strength to get up and brush her teeth and take a shower. Once she's out of the bathroom I brush my teeth, take my shower, and shave. I decide against putting any aftershave or cologne on because Nance is so easily nauseous. I didn't want to add to her aggravation. Getting out of the bathroom I see Nancy relaxing in bed.
After getting dressed, I walk over to her side of the bed, crouch down and ask, "Can I get you anything?"
"No," she replies quietly. "I just don't feel good and I just want to go back to sleep," realizing she's wearing my shirt from yesterday.
"Do you want me to stay home today? I can if need be."
"No, I should be okay," she says so woeful. All I want to do is lay in bed with her all day and snuggle with her.
"Listen," I walk around to my side of the bed, "It's only 8:00 and I don't need to be in for a few hours. Why don't I just cuddle with you for a bit. I wish there was something else I could do to make you feel better but I don't know what."
"Could you hand me the phone first? I need to make that appointment."
Nance makes the appointment early the next day.
"You're coming with me tomorrow, right?" sounding fearful of going by herself.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world. I'll be there for every appointment, sweetheart. I'll always be by your side," I kiss her cheek.
I just hold her. She ahs fallen back asleep; wishing I could join her but I'm content with just holding her and feeling that somehow I'm keeping them safe.
Later that morning at 30 Rock...
"Hey, Jimmy, what happen yesterday," Quest Love asks.
"Nothing that I can discuss right now."
"What?"
"I know you're concern but everything right now is fine."
"Okay, no problem, man," Quest Love confused, but understands, and walks away.
I knew that wouldn't be the last of the conversation with anyone regarding my hasty exit the previous day. Until Nance was comfortable letting everyone know she was pregnant that was all the information that I wanted to give.
After encountering Quest Love I go straight to Lorne's office to let him know that she has a doctor appointment first thing but I will be in the office probably by 11:00 a.m. Lorne tells me that it's no problem.
"How is she doing?"
"Still not really feeling up to par. She's really tired right now and still has morning sickness that lasts all day. Lorne, honestly did not want to come in today. I just wanted to snuggle with and hold her today."
"It will get better for her. When Alice was pregnant the first trimester was hell for her too.
After the recording of the show...
I decide to call Nancy; haven't heard from her throughout the day and missed hearing her voice. I'm in my office - most of the staff has left to go out to eat but I politely decline, surprising many. Nance picks up on the third ring
"Hey,"
"Hi."
"Feeling any better."
"A bit. Haven't thrown up in a while"
"I'm on my way out the door; do you want me grab dinner?"
"Whatever. I'm not up to much - maybe some soup?"
"Okay; no problem. I missed you today."
"I missed you too. I need you," Nance starts tearing up.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I say as I grab everything that I need and head out of my office to go home; praying that no one can hear this conversation.
"I just missed you. I don't know - I feel safer with you near me."
"Hey, Nance listen to me. I want you to go lay down in bed; get the covers up around you, close your eyes and just listen to my voice."
I can hear her sniffing ever so often as she does what I tell her. "Okay, you ready?"
"Yes," she says.
I start singing to her. Anything I can think of so she can just relax and focus on my voice. I can tell by her voice that she's exhausted. Between throwing up and the restlessness that she had been feeling all day she probably didn't sleep much today. Thankful that tomorrow is Friday; she and I can have a lay-in or whatever she wants over the weekend.
By the time I walk out of 30 Rock she's asleep. I don't disconnect the call just in case she wakes up. I tell the driver who's taking me home to make two stops - grocery store for some food for the weekend and to the restaurant where they have Nancy's favorite chicken noodle soup - probably one of the few things she can handle. I rush through the grocery store grabbing stuff that I like to snack on, microwave dinners, soda pop, and few other things for me - not being heartless I grab few extra cans of brothy soups, Gatorade, and ice cream - which when she doesn't feel well is something that she wants. I get her favorite chicken noodle soup and tell the driver to take me home through the back entrance. Paparazzi is usually at the front door so I avoid that like the plague. I like my privacy, thank you - the press doesn't need to know why I have the groceries that I do and take out chicken soup. With the help of the doorman - him and I take everything up to our apartment in one trip. I tell him to just leave it by the door and I would take it from there. He does and leaves. I hang up the phone before I open the door.
After getting everything in - I go and see my beautiful wife and Gary sound asleep in the bed. I decide to put the stuff away before waking her to eat.
I don't get everything quite put away when I hear her run to the bathroom. I give her a minute but I don't hear anything. I walk towards the bathroom and she's just standing there...
"You okay?"
"I thought I had to," a few seconds pass, "I guess I don't."
"I brought home soup - your favorite - chicken noodle," I tell her.
She hugs me - like she felt she would never see me again. "It's okay baby," I whisper over and over again in her ear. She inhales my scent, relaxing her and I realize that she still has my shirt on from this morning.
"Why don't you sit on the couch and I bring you out some soup."
Nancy goes ands sits on the couch while I serve the soup.
I have never seen Nancy eat so slow but I know that if she would eat quicker that she would have another date with that toilet.
I flip on the tv; surprised to find that she was watching one of the many episodes of Late Night on the DVR.
"I just wanted to hear your voice," she says sadly.
"It's okay. I promise I'll be home right after the show tomorrow and I'm all yours, okay?"
"Yep", she says sadly.
"You're body still adjusting - it'll get better. Pretty soon you'll be in the second trimester and it will be a lot smoother.
