We were on our way to our first ultrasound. It was a very happy moment for us, we were both very excited. We’re driving and all of a sudden.......

Dylan projectile vomits while driving to the ultrasound.

You heard me. PROJECTILE VOMITS.

On everything.

It’s all over the dash, the steering wheel, the speedometer, the floor, and all over him. He pulls into a parking lot, opens his door, pukes again, and starts BAWLING.

I’m in the passenger seat just appalled at what happened. Like who tf are you to projectile vomit the last of my breakfast burritos (bastard stole the last one) on the way to my ultrasound?!

Anyway he’s bawling and gets out and mom mode just kicks in. Like fuck I have to clean it up, don’t I. The highly nauseous pregnant women is cleaning up a grown mans vomit because he’s leaning over the trunk of the car crying.

What’s even worse, he starts dry heaving during my ultrasound. I whispered “I swear to god this is not the exorcist, stop it”.

But hey, we got to see our healthy, growing baby! 😂