He Saved Me, Loved Me, Wanted Me
XII.
“When was your last doctor visit?” the doctor, Mr. George Wintruff asked. Weird name for a doctor who is in their forties.
“Uhm…,” I kicked my feet against the exam table, thinking. “I guess about two months ago, or so.”
He nodded, writing this new information down. “And you say that you are four months, correct?” I nodded and looked at Brian who was looking at the doctor like he was crazy. Hey, I would too. All this should’ve been said already. “How have you been feeling, Ana?”
Brian doesn’t want to miss any part of this baby’s life. That I know. He’s acted like he’s missed too much already. “The nausea has gone down some, but I smell something and there goes lunch.” The doctor nodded with a laugh and checked my vitals.
“Hunger?”
“Yeah, I’ve been hungrier. We’re going to the store after all this.”
“For pop tarts!” Brian added. We laughed.
“Well, let’s get you on the scale.”
I jumped off the table and onto the scale in the room. The doctor pushed the bars. “One thirty. That’s good.”
“I’ve gained six pounds,” I said rather dismissively as I went to sit back on the table.
“Well, since the doctors in France didn’t really put you on anything, I would start out on vitamins, but I want to get a blood test done to see what all your levels are at,” I nodded. “You seem in excellent health though, so nothing is to be worried about.”
“That is good to hear,” Brian sighed happily, rubbing my hand.
“Very. I’m going to go ahead and send you down to have an ultra sound done. Go ahead and schedule a lab date to get the blood drawn.” He handed me some paper to give to the receptionist. “And I will see you next week.”
“Thank you,” I said, getting off the table. Brian grabbed my hand and we walked toward the ultrasound room.
It’s been a couple days since the last show. Brian and I have been inseparable but we haven’t talked about weddings or… babies.
“Is it possible to tell what the sex is now?” Brian asked.
Scratch that. Just the wedding part. “Yep. What do you want it to be?”
“I dunno. I could go either way. Have a ‘Daddy’s little girl,’ or ‘Daddy’s little rock star.’”
I laughed. “Hey, girls can be rock stars too,” I challenged.
“Yes. Yes they can,” Brian said smugly as he put his arms around my shoulder.
“Do you want to know, or wait?” I asked.
“What do you want?”
I rolled my eyes. “It doesn’t matter. Either be a surprise, or be ready for either a girl or boy. With the clothes, nursery and stuff…”
“True. But it would be cool to know what the sex is when it’s born.”
“Well, let’s make the decision fast cause we’re here,” I said, going into the room.
“Miss Whitaker?” the Ultrasound Technician said. She seemed nice enough.
“Yep,” I said.
“Good. Let’s see how that baby is. The report says you’re four months along?”
“Give or take a week,” I replied.
“Okay, just go ahead and lay down on this table, and lift your shirt to just below your breasts.” I did as told, Brian sitting down next to me in the seat provided. “This gel will be cold, so I’m just warning you.” She took a double take toward my stomach, but if I was her I probably would too because of all my scars. The doctors in France did it every time.
And let me tell you, that gel was cold. She shut off the lights before placing the scope and rubbing the gel around. An image popped up and I looked in wonder at the black and white fuzzy image.
“There’s your baby,” the technician said. “It’s about seven inches in length and… possible five, maybe six ounces.”
“Would you look at that…,” Brian said in amazement. We smiled at each other and then back to the screen.
“The baby looks healthy. Hear that?” Rapid beating sounded. “That’s the heartbeat… No abnormalities are seen, good sign. Would you like to know the sex?”
Brian and I looked at each other. “You make the choice,” he said, moving some hair from my eyes. I felt a tiny flutter then, and at the same time, saw the movement on the screen.
“That felt so weird,” I said with a laugh.
“I saw it, too,” Brian said, “The baby moved. Maybe that’s a sign we should know.”
“Yeah, go ahead,” I told the technician.
“Well, see here?” She pointed to a spot. “You’re going to have a bouncing baby boy.”
“Uhm…,” I kicked my feet against the exam table, thinking. “I guess about two months ago, or so.”
He nodded, writing this new information down. “And you say that you are four months, correct?” I nodded and looked at Brian who was looking at the doctor like he was crazy. Hey, I would too. All this should’ve been said already. “How have you been feeling, Ana?”
Brian doesn’t want to miss any part of this baby’s life. That I know. He’s acted like he’s missed too much already. “The nausea has gone down some, but I smell something and there goes lunch.” The doctor nodded with a laugh and checked my vitals.
“Hunger?”
“Yeah, I’ve been hungrier. We’re going to the store after all this.”
“For pop tarts!” Brian added. We laughed.
“Well, let’s get you on the scale.”
I jumped off the table and onto the scale in the room. The doctor pushed the bars. “One thirty. That’s good.”
“I’ve gained six pounds,” I said rather dismissively as I went to sit back on the table.
“Well, since the doctors in France didn’t really put you on anything, I would start out on vitamins, but I want to get a blood test done to see what all your levels are at,” I nodded. “You seem in excellent health though, so nothing is to be worried about.”
“That is good to hear,” Brian sighed happily, rubbing my hand.
“Very. I’m going to go ahead and send you down to have an ultra sound done. Go ahead and schedule a lab date to get the blood drawn.” He handed me some paper to give to the receptionist. “And I will see you next week.”
“Thank you,” I said, getting off the table. Brian grabbed my hand and we walked toward the ultrasound room.
It’s been a couple days since the last show. Brian and I have been inseparable but we haven’t talked about weddings or… babies.
“Is it possible to tell what the sex is now?” Brian asked.
Scratch that. Just the wedding part. “Yep. What do you want it to be?”
“I dunno. I could go either way. Have a ‘Daddy’s little girl,’ or ‘Daddy’s little rock star.’”
I laughed. “Hey, girls can be rock stars too,” I challenged.
“Yes. Yes they can,” Brian said smugly as he put his arms around my shoulder.
“Do you want to know, or wait?” I asked.
“What do you want?”
I rolled my eyes. “It doesn’t matter. Either be a surprise, or be ready for either a girl or boy. With the clothes, nursery and stuff…”
“True. But it would be cool to know what the sex is when it’s born.”
“Well, let’s make the decision fast cause we’re here,” I said, going into the room.
“Miss Whitaker?” the Ultrasound Technician said. She seemed nice enough.
“Yep,” I said.
“Good. Let’s see how that baby is. The report says you’re four months along?”
“Give or take a week,” I replied.
“Okay, just go ahead and lay down on this table, and lift your shirt to just below your breasts.” I did as told, Brian sitting down next to me in the seat provided. “This gel will be cold, so I’m just warning you.” She took a double take toward my stomach, but if I was her I probably would too because of all my scars. The doctors in France did it every time.
And let me tell you, that gel was cold. She shut off the lights before placing the scope and rubbing the gel around. An image popped up and I looked in wonder at the black and white fuzzy image.
“There’s your baby,” the technician said. “It’s about seven inches in length and… possible five, maybe six ounces.”
“Would you look at that…,” Brian said in amazement. We smiled at each other and then back to the screen.
“The baby looks healthy. Hear that?” Rapid beating sounded. “That’s the heartbeat… No abnormalities are seen, good sign. Would you like to know the sex?”
Brian and I looked at each other. “You make the choice,” he said, moving some hair from my eyes. I felt a tiny flutter then, and at the same time, saw the movement on the screen.
“That felt so weird,” I said with a laugh.
“I saw it, too,” Brian said, “The baby moved. Maybe that’s a sign we should know.”
“Yeah, go ahead,” I told the technician.
“Well, see here?” She pointed to a spot. “You’re going to have a bouncing baby boy.”
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