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Two days after meeting with Chandler at his house, he called me with an appointment date and time. I was surprised that he started the process so fast. I went with him to a doctor office. And just as I thought, I am completely healthy and able to carry a child. Chandler smiled so big when the doctor announced that I shouldn't have any problems with this working. But just like with any pregnancy, there is a risk of a miscarriage. Hopefully everything goes well.
After getting checked, I went for the insemination at a fertility clinic. Chandler went with me which was nice. I made him stay by my head though. I barely know this man. I am not going to let him anywhere else but my head.
Once the doctor did it, he told me that within two to three months, I will be able to take a pregnancy test to see if I am pregnant.
Now it's been two months since that happened. Chandler calls me occasionally to see if I am having any pregnancy symptoms. Nothing so far. I feel great.
"Really? No symptoms at all?" Rachel asks when I get off the phone with Chandler.
She seems just as excited about this process as Chandler does.
I shake my head. "No, I feel fine."
"Hmm well have you had a period?" She asks me.
I walk over to the calendar that is hanging up on the wall. "Actually, I am late this month. But nothing to extreme. Just four days late."
"You should go take a test." Rachel said as she walked over to the front door. "You never know." She smiled and left for work.
I don't need a test. Wouldn't I be experiencing some nausea if I was pregnant? Then again, I am a little late so there very well could be a possibility. I guess taking a test now wouldn't hurt anything.
I went to the bathroom and got a test from underneath the counter. Chandler stopped by yesterday and dropped a couple boxes off so I would have them.
I took the test and set the timer for three minutes.
Once I looked at it, I called Chandler.
"I was wondering if I could come over for a minute. Are you busy?"
"No come over." He told me. He sounded happy that I was coming over. I think he's a little lonely sometimes.
I go over there and even though I have been to Chandler's house before, I still can't get over how big his house is. I am embarrassed that he's been over to my two bedroom apartment.
"So what's going on?" He asks me when I walk into his house.
He's wearing jeans and a Knicks shirt. This is my first time seeing him in a regular clothes. Every time I see him, he's wearing a suit and tie.
We walk over to his couch to sit. It's a long black leather couch. "I took a pregnancy test."
His eyes lit up. "What were the results?"
"Positive." Saying it out loud just makes the whole thing seem so much more real. I haven't had it confirmed by the doctor yet but I did take 5 of them and they were all positive so I am pretty sure that I am pregnant.
He hugs me. "That is so great Monica."
I am still trying to process this whole thing and he is calling the fertility clinic to set up an appointment.
He puts his hand over the speaker and whispers to me. "They can squeeze you in, in one hour."
I just nod, I know I said that this is something I want to do for him but now that this is really happening, I feel all sorts of emotions running through me. And frankly, I am a little nervous. Ok, I am a lot nervous.
This is a big deal. A baby, a little baby is growing inside of me right now and it is my job to keep this baby safe until it is ready to come into this world and be raised my Chandler.
An hour later, I am laying on the examining table and the doctor confirms the pregnancy. Wow, this is really happening.
"You're due date is July 5th." He tells me.
Chandler smiles and looks at me. "Wouldn't that be cool if the baby was born on the 4th?"
"Maybe for you, but being in labor on a holiday doesn't sound like something I want to do." My friends and I always have a big 4th of July party together and even though I will be 9 months pregnant, I don't intend to miss it this year.
He laughs and kisses my cheek. Why was he kissing my cheek? We aren't romantically involved with each other. We aren't having a baby because we made love with each other. This is strictly a business deal.
"Ok Mr. Bing, Miss Geller, I am going to refer you to wonderful OBGYN. She a wonderful woman who started doing this ten years ago when she was 20. Her name is Quinn Roseburg." He pulls a card from his pocket and hands it to me. "Call her and make an appointment right away."
I nod. "Ok, thank you."
The doctor leaves the room so that I can get dressed. I look over at Chandler.
He looks at me with this confused look on his face. "What?"
I can't help but smile at him. Even though this process has just began, so far he has done everything he said he would do. "Can you step outside please so I can get dressed?"
"Oh right sorry." He said a little embarrassed. "I'll be outside of the door waiting."
He leaves and I get dressed. I look in the mirror and put my hand on my obviously flat stomach. This so crazy. I still can't believe this is happening even though it was planned to happen. I guess you really don't believe it until you see it happening.
I step out of the room and Chandler still has that big smile. "Ready to go?" He asks me and I nod.
In the car, he manages to call everyone he knows to tell them the news. He is going to be a dad. I am glad he is so happy about this. It's sweet.
"When should I move in?" I ask. Not that I am in a hurry to or anything. Me moving in was just part of the arrangement. This way, he could be there for me and his child every step of the way.
He really is such a good guy, I feel bad that he doesn't have a wife or a girlfriend to share this experience with.
"Uh whenever you would like to." He tells me.
I think this smile is stuck permantely on his face today.
I guess I haven't really thought about when I wanted to move in. Just this morning, I had no idea that I was pregnant then my whole life changed in a matter of minutes. "I can do it this weekend." That sounds good. Today is Monday so that gives me 4 days to get my things packed up and ready to go.
"Ok, I will hire movers to come get the boxes and everything. You shouldn't be lifting heavy things." He tells me sincerely.
At least he's not a jerk. These nine months might actually be fun.
