A/N: HERE'S THE NEXT CHAPTER, SORRY IT'S BEEN SO LONG, I WILL UPDATE AGAIN VERY SOON. HOPE YOU ENJOY AND PLEASE READ & REVIEW. AS ALWAYS, I DON'T OWN ANYTHING CROSSING JORDAN.
CHAPTER 13: YES SIR, THAT'S MY BABY
It's been almost two weeks since the big news was revealed at the Labor day barbeque, and word sure travels fast around here. The day after Jordan told her closest family and friends, it seems half of Boston also knew. From the minute she found out, Jordan went into complete mommy mode. She had never thought of herself as even remotely maternal, but these feelings were something she just couldn't deny. Warm thoughts of ten fingers and ten toes or chubby pink cheeks invaded her dreams. She started to notice other pregnant women walking down the street and smiled every time she saw a baby sleeping in their mothers arms or babbling in their strollers. At times she felt so overwhelmed with love, she thought her heart would burst.
Woody on the other hand, felt just as overwhelmed but for completely different reasons. The news of his impending fatherhood was a shock, to say the least. First off, he and Jordan had never really talked as a couple about having children. He had always wanted a family, and even more so with Jordan, but that was before he was injured. Now he was confused and scared as to how good of a father he would be. He was also worried about Jordan. He wasquite aware that thousands of women become pregnant and give birth every day, but this wasn't just any woman, this was his wife. Jordan of course, is a very healthy woman who takes good care of herself, but her job is very stressful and at times even dangerous. Never the less, him being in doting husband mode, couldn't help but worry; and reading all of those pregnancy books was not helping.
Today was the day, Jordan's first prenatal visit. Both her and Woody took the whole day off, so they could spend some much needed time together and they wouldn't have to rush back to work. Woody nervously tapped his fingers as Jordan read a working mom magazine. "Woody relax, you're not the one being examined.", Jordan chuckled, grabbing his hand. He smiled back at her and nodded, just as the nurse called from the doorway, "Jordan Hoyt". Jordan got up and headed toward the nurse, she looked back at Woody, still sitting in the waiting area, "Aren't you coming?", she asked smiling. "Are you sure you want me to?", he asked back, uncomfortably. "Of course I do.", she replied, rolling her eyes and waiving him on.
The nurse busily went about her duties, handing Jordan a cup and pointing to the bathroom, she then weighed her, checked her blood pressure and asked some basic questions; she then handed Jordan a pink paper gown andasked her to change, "The doctor will be in shortly.", she stated with a smile as she left the room. Woody sat silentlyto Jordan's left, wiping his sweaty palms on his shorts, a million questions invading his head. In a few minutes the doctor entered the room and immediately recognized Jordan, they had gone to medical school together. The two ladies caught up on the last fifteen yearswhile Dr. Melissa Logan went about with her examination. Woody watched intently as the doctor measured and calculated. "Well Jordan, you're about twelve weeks. Your last cycle started on June 19, that would make you due on March 26, 2007.", she exclaimed, adjusting the calculation wheel accordingly. "That would have made your conception date around the fourth of July.", she added. Jordan looked over at Woody in fond remembrance of their vacation in Wisconsin, he smiled back, blushing a little.
The next thing Dr. Logan did was listen to the heartbeat with a doppler device. She squirted some warm gel on Jordan's abdomen and moved the head of the wand around to the right spot, "There it is, nice and steady, 164 beats per minute, perfect.", the doctor remarked. Woody looked over at Jordan and squeezed her hand, as tears filled both of their eyes. "Because you're over thirty-five Jordan, you are considered high risk.", Melissa pointed out. The smile on Woody's face fell, "What does that mean?", he asked concerned. "Oh, don't worry, its really just a precaution, but I would like to do a sonogram to get an idea of how things are progressing. Okay?", she asked. Jordan nodded smiling as she held tightly to her husbands hand. The doctor flipped the light switch off and proceeded to run the test. A few seconds later, there on the screen was baby Hoyt's first picture. No bigger than a walnut, but looking remarkably like a baby. Woody looked lovingly at Jordan, "That's our baby.", he gasped placing one hand on her abdomen and wiping his eyes with the other.
After the excitement of the doctors visit, Woody and Jordan went to have lunch. They sat at the little café for over two hours discussing everything from diapers to colleges, and everything in between. All of the concerns Woody had about his ability to be a father seemed to disappear, and were replaced with an enormous feeling of pride. Making their way back to the car, Woody spotted a baby boutique and begged Jordan to go in. As soon as entered, Woody picked out a little pink ruffled dress, he smiled as he looked up at Jordan. She smiled back and shrugged, "What if it's a boy?", she asked folding her arms. He nodded and picked out a blue short set and all Jordan could do was shake her head as Woody put down his credit card and bought both outfits.