The baby's heart being what it was, I had a scan two weeks after the one where they realised it's heart had been weakened by me being so sick. I was pretty happy to have another because I had an embarrassing problem I wanted to speak to the doctor about. I got up to walk in and Billy stood up and walked alongside me.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Coming with you." He answered, in a tone that told me I had asked a stupid question; I sighed – typical. The one scan I don't want him in on and he's there every step of the way. Soon enough the familiar beating sound was filling the room.
"Alright, everything seems fine. Still not as strong as it could be but you've got yourself a little fighter in there, it's definitely stronger already." The doctor smiled.
"It'd have to be a fighter, being his child." I said, nodding toward Billy whose eyes were stuck to the screen watching it.
"Would you like some photographs?" the doctor smiled and I nodded excitedly.
"No problem, and if that's everything then you're good to go." He said.
"Actually there was something I wanted to ask you." I said and Billy looked at me.
"Go ahead." He nodded but I looked at Billy.
"I can't say it in front of you."
"Why not?" he asked defensively.
"It's embarrassing. Please?" I asked and he rolled his eyes before leaving. I turned back to the doctor.
"I'm constipated. It's driving me crazy. I took a laxative and that kind of worked but it's so solid, and the laxative didn't make it any softer. It just made it come more frequently! This pregnancy is making me absolutely terrified of my toilet." I said, feeling slightly miserable.
"It's perfectly normal to have constipation. It's nothing to worry about!" he reassured me.
"Well that's great doc, but it doesn't exactly help me feeling like I'm shitting the bloody titanic!" - I had said the words before I realised exactly what I was saying and blushed. "I'm sorry; I'm just a bit fed up." I mumbled and he chuckled.
"Here, take these supplements and drink as much water as you can. The symptoms should leave in a few days." He smiled and I took them, thanking him profusely. Anything that would stop me feeling so sluggish couldn't be a bad thing!
"What was that about?" Billy asked as we left.
"Nothing for you to worry about." I answered but he kept asking questions, saying if it was to do with the baby then he should know but I kept telling him to shut up.
"Fine! Jesus. Shut up so I can get you home and go out for some drinks. Fuck. They're needed after spending time with you." He snapped and I flared up again, unable to control my rage.
"Oh poor Billy! He has such big problems, can't go out for drinks all day with his friends, must be tough having to join them at night time and miss out on all the fun stuff! I'm sorry this pregnancy is such an inconvenience to your life, you've to miss out on all the fun because you've to take me to an appointment!", he stared at me as though he had no idea what was after happening but I was in too much of a rage and just continued. "Must be tough having one day with these problems every few weeks. You have no fucking idea! At least you can go for a drink. I'm stuck with it! The most I can do is have a hot bath and even then I have you barging in and ruining it! I can't do anything that I used to do; I haven't even had a shit in five days!" I raged and his head snapped over to look at me again, a hint of amusement on his face.
"Is that what's wrong? You're constipated?" he asked, sounding as though he might laugh. I was torn between anger, amusement and sadness.
"Yeah, laugh it up." I huffed, folding my arms and he chuckled a bit.
"Look it's not that big a deal, alright? It'll fix itself!"
"Easy for you to say." I muttered darkly. I said nothing more until we got to my building. "Enjoy your night out while I mourn for the shit I used to do on a Friday night. Literally." I added and closed the door as I walked back toward my apartment.
