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Chappie #8 – Go To The Doctor
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Vaughn & I took the next 3 days off to plan our wedding. We decided to have a small ceremony at the pier we spent so much time at earlier in our relationship. I got fitted for my wedding dress, and we were planning how to tell everyone that didn't already know about everything. Vaughn asked Eric to be his best man, and I asked Carrie to be my maid of honour. The ceremony would happen on October 1st – the 6-year anniversary of mine & Vaughn's first meeting –, which was in 4 months. My father still wasn't very happy about the arrangement, but he agreed to give me away. I secretly hoped my mother would come, but I hadn't heard from her in 3 years, so that was a feeble hope. Everything was going wonderfully, until one morning 2 months before the wedding. I shot up out of bed at about 5:30am and ran to the toilet to throw up. I apparently woke Vaughn, because once I lifted my head from the porcelain bowl, he was there with a damp washtowel and a scrunchie.

"Thanks." I said.

"That's 3 days in a row, Syd. I think you should go to the doctor." Vaughn replied, concerned.

"I'll be alright, I just need some time to r—" my sentence was interrupted as I had to throw up again.

"Sydney…" Vaughn said.

"Alright, fine. I'll call the doctor before we leave for work." I replied. Vaughn seemed content with that until I had to throw up again.

I threw up about 5 more times before finally calling my doctor at 9:00am. She said she could fit me in at 3:00pm, and I reluctantly agreed.

"When are you going?" Vaughn asked as soon as I hung up the phone.

"3:00pm. Will you go with me?" I asked.

"Of course. I'll talk to Dixon." He replied.

"Thanks. But whatever you do, don't let any of this get around to my father. He worries too much and instantly assumes the worst." I said.

"I wouldn't dream of letting your father know I have a death wish." Vaughn replied jokingly.

"You'd just better hope Dixon doesn't tell him. He's been practicing his sharp shooting an awful lot lately…" I said, laughing. Vaughn stopped and smiled nervously.

"Oh, get over yourself. I'm sure it's nothing. Probably a stomach bug or something." I said, grabbing jacket and following Vaughn out the door.

The day went by with business as usual. Things weren't very bad in the world at that point, so Vaughn & I were free to visit Dr. Parks at 3:00pm as planned. Joy.

Vaughn drove me to the doctor's office and I went to sign in.

"Can I help you?" the nurse behind the counter asked.

"I'm Sydney Bristow. I'm here for a 3:00pm appointment with Dr. Parks." I said.

"Sign in here and the doctor will be with you shortly." She replied, closing the glass window. I wrote my name on the list and went to sit with Vaughn.

"Did I ever mention that I hate doctor's offices?" I said nervously.

"You always said you hated hospitals." Vaughn replied.

"Well then, let me change that – I hate medical facilities in general. And I almost hate you for making me come here." I retorted. Vaughn took my hand and squeezed it lightly.

"You'll be alright. Remember, I'm here and I'd never let anything bad happen to you." He said with a smile. I smiled back and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"You're wonderful, you know that?" I said.

"Sydney Bristow?" a nurse called. I stood and Vaughn still held my hand as we walked back to see Dr. Parks.

"Good afternoon Sydney." Dr. Parks said.

"Afternoon." I replied.

"And who is this that you've brought along with you?" she asked.

"This is my fiancée, Michael Vaughn." I responded, smiling.

"Really? How long before the wedding?" she asked.

"Two months." Vaughn replied.

"That's good." She said, "Now Sydney, what seems to be the matter?"

"I've been feeling a little weak the past few days, and I've been throwing up a lot. It's mostly really early in the morning though." I replied.

"When was your last period?" she asked. I really had to think about that one.

"About 2 months ago, I think." I replied. Suddenly, the gravity of the situation hit me like a bus.

"Any soreness is your breasts?" Dr. Parks asked.

"A little. It's steadily been getting worse over the last 2 days." I said.

"Any extra stress over the last few months?"

"No. Life couldn't be better."

"Well, your symptoms sound very familiar to pregnancy, but there are a few more tests that should be done before I make any diagnoses." She said, "If you'd like, we can test a urine sample to get more conclusive results."

"Anything." I replied.

"Alright then, I think you know the drill." The doctor said, handing me a small plastic cup.

I did as I was told, and returned the sample to Dr. Parks. She told me that it would be about 20 minutes before any results were given, so I happily waited, squeezing Vaughn's hand the entire time.

20 minutes later, Dr. Parks emerged with my medical chart.

"I think I have good news." She said, pausing, "The test came back positive. You're going to be a mother."

I gasped and nearly fainted. Pregnant – now! I was going to be a mom in about 8 months. I was going to be a pregnant bride. I was going to be 4 months pregnant when I came back from my honeymoon.

"Oh my god." I said.

"Congratulations Sydney." Dr. Parks said, "You should talk to the nurse up front about scheduling another appointment in December."

"Of course." I replied. Vaughn took my hand and led me out of the doctor's office. I scheduled another appointment for December 15th and left for home.