I went to my first check up since my lovely stay at Chateau Mungo. I walked in feeling great and walked out upset, mad and frustrated. I thought meeting with a muggle doctor would be fine, but she is stricter than my healer but I guess she has her reasons. She wants me to either move in with my parents or have someone stay with me at all times until the baby is born. I was offended. I have done just fine by myself. I have one episode and now I am marked as fragile. I have to keep count of the babies movement and make sure that I keep a journal of anything that may seem unusual. I can accommodate that much, but having someone constantly watching over me was a bit much. Well I have to comply to make sure that my baby is healthy. Hmm. I guess I had better give him a name, I guess I can't call him Baby Johnson. Although it does have a ring to it.
Ok so, I defied doctors' orders for the first three nights and I stayed all alone but on the fourth night I ran into a problem. I decided that I wanted to take a nice soothing bath because my legs and my back were bothering me. Well getting down was one thing but getting back up was impossible. Thankfully I had sat my wand on the table next to my tub and I was able to send and urgent message to my mother to come and get me out of the bathtub. Of course, once she got there she told me I was the stubbornness person she had ever seen since my grandfather. Well needless to say she and Molly got together and I had visitors every night for the duration of my pregnancy. I was a little bothered at first but I got use to it fast. My favorite visitors were Ron because he would eat just as much as I did and I didn't feel like an elephan; Katie and Alicia because we acted just like we did when we were in school.
Ginny could only come twice a month due to her quiditch schedule but while she was there I helped with some wedding planning for her upcoming nuptials which was only two weeks away. My next appointment went as well as expected. I was scolded for gaining an extra five pounds in a two week period. I guess my late night ice cream raids would have to stop. That would be hard because baby wants, what baby wants.
Harry and Ginny are getting married this Saturday. I waited until the last possible day to buy my dress so it wouldn't be too small. Her colors were hunter green which is the color of Harry's eyes and White. So I decided to try to find a nice balance of those colors so I didn't look like a blimp. I found a nice spaghetti strapped knee-length dress with cute little bow in the back. I could have fit right in with the wedding party if I wanted to.
It was a beautiful ceremony. Harry and Ginny were both almost in tears and I did get misty a bit, but I know it was these damn hormones. At the reception I sat and watched as everybody danced and had fun. I sat there looking at all the happy guest and wished that I was that happy. I didn't realize how lonely I was until today. I guess after Adam is born I will have to find us someone special. Hmm, Adam just doesn't roll off the tongue right. After sitting for an hour I was approached by a muscular red-head. It was Charlie he came over and asked me to dance. How sweet. While we were dancing his nephew decided to say hello and kicked. That disrupted the dance and he stopped to see if he would do it again and he did. I told him that he really liked him. As Charlie was rubbing my belly I noticed that a pair of blue eyes was watching. 'Jealous are we?' I thought to myself, well he should be. He could be feeling his son kick if he would just stop being an ass. Charlie is a nice bloke, I always tease him and say if George wasn't in the picture I would have took up with him. He always laughs and says my temper is worse than a dragon's and would take his chances with the dragon.
"We have an admirer."
"Really, I hadn't noticed."
"Do you think he will cut in."
"Nope, he probably thinks I'm going to punch him again."
"If I know my little brother, he will inch his way to you before the night is over."
"Yea, I know but for now I will just ignore him."
I danced as long as my feet would allow, soon I had to sit down and rest. Once again I was alone with my thoughts this time to the thought of what to name my son. I had thought of so many names but on just keep coming back to me 'Frederick Gideon'. That would be the best way for me to honor my friends' memory. So my mind is made up my son will be named Frederick Gideon Johnson. Beautiful. Now that is out-of-the-way I need cake. As the thought of cake crept out of my mind someone came with a piece. "You looked like you wanted a piece but you were debating on whether or not to get it." George of all people was reading my mind. Get out of there.
"Thanks. That will save me a few steps."
"So how have you been getting along since that last time I saw you?"
"Fine, I just have a few more restrictions now is all." Why is he making this small talk, he knows I hate that. Just spit it out.
"Look Ang, I have been….. I want… I am making an effort to be involved. I know it took me long enough but that is my son and I want to be a part of his life. I had Mum fix his room but I told her not to tell you that I wanted to be the one. I was going to….Look I am sorry for being an ass for this long."
I know he was apologizing but anger just built up in me. "Really, Really, it took you this long to figure out you wanted to be in our sons life."
"Oh really, now you want to go and make this all about you again. Really Ang, I am trying but you and your stubbornness is not making this easy.''
"Dammit George, if I wouldn't make a scene at your sisters reception I would punch in your eye again. You can't keep pushing me out your life and then dragging me back when you feel like it. This time there is an innocent bystander, he didn't have a damn thing to do with you and me. You know what George. I am out of line. I'm sorry. Thanks for the cake, the apology, the furniture, oh and the baby."
"Ang, don't be like that." He leaned closer to me as if he was trying pull me in an embrace. This time I pushed him away.
"Don't, you really don't understand what I have been through these past few months."
"Then help me Ang."
With tears threatening to escape from my eyes I said, "I can't do this right now, I'm really tired I am leaving now." With that I left and went home. I got ready for bed and then I sat on my couch for a while. I know I am going to pay for it later but I am eating this ice cream I deserve it.
