Upon entering the TARDIS, the two of them headed straight to the medi-bay. The Doctor climbed up on one of the beds, waiting impatiently for Martha to gather the supplies she needed. He waited impatiently for her knowing that he wasn't going to get away without a full examination. Sure enough, upon her return, she had a stethoscope, blood pressure monitor, thermometer as well as a syringe and his energy reader. He opened his mouth without complaint allowing her to place the thermometer in his mouth.
"I am going to take a blood sample and once we are finished with the ultrasound I am also going to need a urine sample," Martha informed him while he couldn't complain at her. He still made his unhappiness known by rolling his eyes at her words. While she waited for his temperature, she hooked the blood pressure cuff around his arm. Martha wasn't surprised when both of them were a little higher than normal. It was right in line for the Doctor possibly being pregnant. She pricked his finger drawing a drop of blood. Placing it on the slide, she set it aside for a moment to analyze his energy while she examined his ears, eyes, and throat.
"Well," he asked a little impatiently when she picked up the monitor again but didn't tell him the results right away.
"Your energy levels are lower than they should be. They are only reading in the high 80's. How much potassium have you been eating?" Martha inquired.
"I have two bananas in the morning and then one at night, just like normal," The Doctor answered her. Jack limited his potassium intake due to the fact his body normally produced too much energy. Martha nodded notating it on his chart before moving on. She listened to his hearts, then lungs before finally having him lay back on the bed. He watched anxiously as she pulled the ultrasound machine over.
"This will be a little cold," She warned him before squirting the gel on his stomach. He hissed at the coolness but quickly ignored it turning his attention to the screen when she picked up the wand. She wasn't quite sure where the baby would be located so she ran the wand slowly along his abdomen until she found the fetus. She glanced up at the Doctor seeing him close his eyes for a moment before opening them again slowly. The fear he was feeling was clear in his eyes. He didn't say anything as she took measurements of the baby. "Based on the measurements I took for Imogen, I would say you are just about eight weeks along. The baby is growing properly and its hearts are strong."
"Does it have enough room to grow, though," The Doctor asked fearfully. Martha moved the wand continuing her examination, taking measurements as she went. The Doctor breathed an audible sound of relief as they both discovered his body had regenerated itself and there would be plenty or room for the baby to grow. With the confirmation that he was pregnant, though, came the worry about keeping them both healthy long enough to give birth.
"Starting immediately, I want you to up your potassium intake. I want you to monitor your energy to make sure you are getting enough but not going overboard. I am also going to set you up for weekly appointments to start with to monitor your progress," Martha told him. "I want you to take it as easy as possible. I am not going to put you on bedrest but I want you to keep your stress to a minimum and try not to run for your life."
"Since Imogen was born, I haven't been traveling that much," The Doctor reminded her. There were times that he missed it, but his daughter's safety was more important than running for his life. Still, he was surprised how easily he had taken to being domestic. For the most part, he loved his life with his husband and daughter. Especially now that Jack loved him again. He had missed his husband when they had just shared a bed but no longer communicated. He just wondered how long he would have Jack back for until he forget him again. He sighed running his hands down his face trying to remember if he took his pill that morning.
"Are you alright?" Martha questioned.
"I need my pill," The Doctor answered her. Martha didn't question what pill as she headed to the medicine cabinet. She returned with one of his depression pills as well as a bottle of prenatal vitamins and a cup of water. She opened the bottle of vitamins taking one out. He took the pills from her swallowing them down. "Thank you."
"When did you start taking the pills again?" Martha wondered.
"About three weeks ago," The Doctor responded. "Jack was worried about me."
"Are they helping?" Martha questioned. The Doctor nodded. He finished off his cup of water then stood up. "Before you leave I still want a urine sample."
"I know," The Doctor sighed heading towards the loo. He came back out a moment later setting the cup on the counter. He didn't leave the TARDIS medi-bay instead laying back down on the bed. He stared down at his stomach, placing a protective hand where the fetus was. "Do you think it is a good idea for me to have this baby?"
"I think that is something that you need to talk to Jack about. I'm not going to lie to you, Doctor. This pregnancy will more than likely be as difficult as your previous one. We will have to be prepared for an early delivery and another possible C-section," Martha explained to him.
"You're not bringing in any UNIT doctors, The Doctor informed her firmly. After last time, she didn't blame him but that didn't change the fact that she needed a neo-natal Doctor to assist with the infant. She wasn't trained on caring for a premature baby despite what she had learned from caring for Imogen.
"Alright, but I will need assistance," Martha responded.
"Fine, but I want to help you pick out the doctor who is going to be taking care of my child," The Doctor stated.
"Okay. Now do you have any more questions for me or anything else that you need before I start your lab work?" Martha questioned.
"You can use the lab here on the TARDIS if you want to. I am going to go into the house to lay down for awhile." The Doctor stood up heading towards the door.
"I will check on you in a little while," Martha told him. He waved over his shoulder at her in response. Heading up the stairs, he laid down on his bed cocooning himself in the blankets. He pulled Jack's pillow to his chest, taking comfort in the familiar scent. He regretted telling Jack to go to work wanting him there to hold him and reassure him that it would be alright. He considered calling him but decided against it. Jack would be home in a few hours and he could talk to him then. Closing his eyes, he drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
