Saturday September 12th Amelia 26 weeks pregnant
"Dr. Shepherd, I see that you're back!" April said cheerily, walking into the OR.
It was a little too cheery for Amelia.
"Yes, I wasn't feeling well. The stress of the new house was driving me crazy, so I took the day off yesterday It was a slow Friday, I was sure Derek could handle it." Amelia explained as she cut into a skull.
"So you took the Saturday shift, I saw Owen, you guys really like to work similar hours. You know, that's not going to fly when you have a baby, Jackson and I are going crazy with hours. He' sat home with Sam right now."
"Anyway, I think that this guy has some internal bleeding, I have a portable ultrasound in here so if you can check that out it'd be great." Amelia said, she just wanted to do her job and then go home.
She was more than halfway through her pregnancy, and she was enormous already. She had no clue why, but she figured it had something to do with how much she ate when she was pregnant. Either that or Meredith really screwed up with the ultrasound. Owen couldn't stop her from eating though, so he just watched her and laughed. She flashed back to the night before…
Owen and Amelia sat in the small kitchen of the trailer. They were moving in a week, and there were boxes everywhere. There was almost no room, so they both sat in office chairs eating over the built in table. Amelia had picked up her latest craving on the way home, Buffalo wings. Owen made rice when he got home, so they sat watching TV in their last nights in the trailer.
"Hey." Amelia directed to Owen with puppy dog eyes. She patted her stomach and watched as he slowly looked up.
With a face full of rice in his mouth he answered, "Can I help you darling?"
Amelia twiddled her thumbs and looked up sheepishly.
"Are you gonna eat that?" She asked, pointing to Owen's last wing.
He smiled, and looked up. Then he realized that she wasn't kidding.
"Oh, um, I was, but…" Before he had the time to fully answered, she reached across the table and snatched the wing.
"Amelia!" Owen whined.
"What is that, your 20th wing?" He asked.
"21st." She corrected, she showed no regret. After thinking for a moment, she spoke.
"I don't know Owen. I'm always hungry, it's like I'm feeding 5 people instead of 2. It's ridiculous. I'm going to be so fat after this baby is born." She started to cry. The hormones weren't making her life easy.
"Oh Amy, you won't be fat, you'll always be beautiful no matter what." Owen cooed as he scooped her into his lap. She cried as he rocked her.
It was nothing new, once she found out that she was pregnant, she would cry all of the time. The day before, Owen spilled ice tea, and she couldn't help but cry. As Owen mopped it off of the floor, he laughed and said,
"Amelia Bedelia, you're literally crying over spilled milk!"
But that didn't make her stop, in fact, she cried harder.
Owen laughed as he rocked her and thought about all of the memories he would soon have of "the pregnancy chronicles" as Amelia called them.
She stopped crying and between sniffles she asked, "can we go get ice cream?'
"Of course." Owen assured her, doing his best to stiffen a laugh. They walked to the truck and drove 20 minutes to her favorite ice cream shop…
Amelia smiled as she flashed back to the previous night. She turned her attention back to April and the patient.
"What's got you so stressed out about the house?" April curiously asked as she took a scalpel and made and incision.
"Well, we bought it and financed and everything, but now we need help to move it all in. Owen doesn't want to hire a company because he doesn't trust them, but I have no clue how to get all of that stuff in the house. Suction please. I mean I can't do any heavy lifting, and it would take Owen hours to get it all in. We ordered furniture last week and now it's sitting in storage. I think I'm just going to call a moving company. More suction, come on!"
"Nonsense!" April interjected.
"No April, I'm pretty sure that I need suction." Amelia said in a condescending manner.
"No not that, I mean I'll get Jackson to come over and help you move! I bet I could get Derek and Alex and Jo and Ben and Bailey to help Owen out. Meanwhile, you could go with Meredith and me to the spa or something, you know how the ankles get when you're pregnant."
Amelia blinked and continued to work.
"That doesn't sound too bad; my ankles are swollen to about the size of my thighs so I guess I could use a massage. How about Saturday? Say 12, we can all eat lunch together at the new house and then we'll head out and let everyone else work!" Amelia suggested.
"Great! I'll organize a group chat and get everyone involved, interns get to be the attendings this week, so I don' think that anyone is working!" April cheered.
Amelia smiled behind her surgical mask. April could be annoying at times, but she appreciated how much she cared. Plus, she was aching for a massage.
