child.
“When are you going to tell them?” she asks and smirks.
“Not yet,” I quickly answer.
“I’ve heard that you don’t tell anyone until you have gone past the three months stage,” Paige adds from across the room.
“Why is that?” I ask.
“They’re the most risky months,” Ria adds.
“Risky?” I ask, a little worried. I place my hands protectively on my stomach.
“Don’t worry.” Crystal cuddles up to me. “Nothing will happen to our little seed.”
“Seed?” Lacey asks. “That sounds wrong.”
“Yeah, it does,” I agree laughing.
“Well, what else shall we call the baby?” Crystal asks.
“How about baby?” Paige says sarcastically.
“That’s boring.” Crystal frowns.
***
I can’t believe that I have to wee into this cup!
I’m at the doctor’s, and as soon as I sat my ass down on the chair, she told me the first thing we need to do is a pregnancy test. I told her that I had taken a lot already, but she wasn’t swayed. Apparently, they have to have it on their records, so here I am in the toilet holding a cup that I have to pee in. Eww.
Somehow, I am able to hover over the toilet and hold the cup in place while not getting anything on my hand. Once I’ve washed my hands and made myself decent again, I knock on the little window on the wall, and it opens. The doctor helpfully told me that once I had my sample, I just need to pass it through the little window on the wall so I’m not carrying around a cup of wee. Thank god!
The hand appears through the small window, and, thankfully, I can’t see my doctors face and she can’t see mine. That would have made it worse.
I quickly exit the toilet and go back into the doctor’s room where Lacey sits, waiting for me.
“How did it go?” she asks.
“So embarrassing,” I whisper.
“Don’t be silly. I bet she’s done this hundreds of times,” she assures me.
“Yeah, but I haven’t,” I grumble.
Lacey just laughs, but stops when the doctor returns to the room. She sits back down behind her desk and smiles across at me. I can see her judging me by the way her harsh eyes don’t match her fake smile, I don’t like it.
“So Roxie, the test has come back positive. Congratulations,” she says and smiles.
“What happens now?” I ask.
“That depends on what you want to do.”
“I’m keeping this baby,” I reply firmly.
“Well then, I will be in touch with the pregnancy department, and your midwife should contact you with your first appointment.”
“Oh,” I say. “So, we can’t see how far gone I am today?”
I really wanted to narrow down the dates today.
“Not until your first scan. Why? Do you have some worries?” she asks, a thousand judgemental thoughts running through her head I bet.
“No,” I add. “I just wanted to see how far along I am.”
“When was your last period?” she simply asks.
“I think I’ve missed two.” I’m not totally sure. I was preoccupied while at rehab to really notice. I’m praying that I have missed two because that means the baby has more chance of being Mason’s. When I slept with Joe, I knew he used a condom, but with Mason we forgot most of the time. If I have only missed one period then there’s more risk of Joe being the father.
The doctor gets a little graph out and asks me what I think the date might have been on my last period. This is tricky, because they’re usually pretty irregular, but I’m able to work out a rough date.
“Ok,” the doctor adds as she looks at the paper in front of her. “That makes you roughly nine weeks pregnant.”
My breath hitches. Nine weeks...my baby could be nine weeks along. A little happiness washes over me when I think about that.
“Of course, that’s not one hundred percent. The scan will be more accurate,” the doctor adds.
“When will that be?” Lacey asks for me.
“They are usually when you’re around twelve weeks pregnant. So if the midwife agrees with me on how far along you are, you
“When are you going to tell them?” she asks and smirks.
“Not yet,” I quickly answer.
“I’ve heard that you don’t tell anyone until you have gone past the three months stage,” Paige adds from across the room.
“Why is that?” I ask.
“They’re the most risky months,” Ria adds.
“Risky?” I ask, a little worried. I place my hands protectively on my stomach.
“Don’t worry.” Crystal cuddles up to me. “Nothing will happen to our little seed.”
“Seed?” Lacey asks. “That sounds wrong.”
“Yeah, it does,” I agree laughing.
“Well, what else shall we call the baby?” Crystal asks.
“How about baby?” Paige says sarcastically.
“That’s boring.” Crystal frowns.
***
I can’t believe that I have to wee into this cup!
I’m at the doctor’s, and as soon as I sat my ass down on the chair, she told me the first thing we need to do is a pregnancy test. I told her that I had taken a lot already, but she wasn’t swayed. Apparently, they have to have it on their records, so here I am in the toilet holding a cup that I have to pee in. Eww.
Somehow, I am able to hover over the toilet and hold the cup in place while not getting anything on my hand. Once I’ve washed my hands and made myself decent again, I knock on the little window on the wall, and it opens. The doctor helpfully told me that once I had my sample, I just need to pass it through the little window on the wall so I’m not carrying around a cup of wee. Thank god!
The hand appears through the small window, and, thankfully, I can’t see my doctors face and she can’t see mine. That would have made it worse.
I quickly exit the toilet and go back into the doctor’s room where Lacey sits, waiting for me.
“How did it go?” she asks.
“So embarrassing,” I whisper.
“Don’t be silly. I bet she’s done this hundreds of times,” she assures me.
“Yeah, but I haven’t,” I grumble.
Lacey just laughs, but stops when the doctor returns to the room. She sits back down behind her desk and smiles across at me. I can see her judging me by the way her harsh eyes don’t match her fake smile, I don’t like it.
“So Roxie, the test has come back positive. Congratulations,” she says and smiles.
“What happens now?” I ask.
“That depends on what you want to do.”
“I’m keeping this baby,” I reply firmly.
“Well then, I will be in touch with the pregnancy department, and your midwife should contact you with your first appointment.”
“Oh,” I say. “So, we can’t see how far gone I am today?”
I really wanted to narrow down the dates today.
“Not until your first scan. Why? Do you have some worries?” she asks, a thousand judgemental thoughts running through her head I bet.
“No,” I add. “I just wanted to see how far along I am.”
“When was your last period?” she simply asks.
“I think I’ve missed two.” I’m not totally sure. I was preoccupied while at rehab to really notice. I’m praying that I have missed two because that means the baby has more chance of being Mason’s. When I slept with Joe, I knew he used a condom, but with Mason we forgot most of the time. If I have only missed one period then there’s more risk of Joe being the father.
The doctor gets a little graph out and asks me what I think the date might have been on my last period. This is tricky, because they’re usually pretty irregular, but I’m able to work out a rough date.
“Ok,” the doctor adds as she looks at the paper in front of her. “That makes you roughly nine weeks pregnant.”
My breath hitches. Nine weeks...my baby could be nine weeks along. A little happiness washes over me when I think about that.
“Of course, that’s not one hundred percent. The scan will be more accurate,” the doctor adds.
“When will that be?” Lacey asks for me.
“They are usually when you’re around twelve weeks pregnant. So if the midwife agrees with me on how far along you are, you
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