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Times like these, it's hard to see, with any kind of clarity. What's the point of wondering anymore? So much I just can't figure out, I'd love to know without a doubt, for sure, for sure…

Clearest Indication- Great Big Sea

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April 19th, 1980

Well, this was it. Over the past few days I'd really been feeling off. So, I made an appointment with Dr. Firth, who'd been my doctor for years, since I was about… twelve I think. She was a small, older woman, but either way she was a wonderful doctor, and never made me feel awkward.

When I called her and said I wanted an appointment, it didn't take long for her to clear some room. That was about a week or so ago. Even with so many people moving out of the province, she still kept a business. What town doesn't need a doctor?

"Craig?" I asked that morning.

"Hmm?" he took a swig of coffee.

"You ready for today?"

"What's today?"

"What do you mean, what's today?" I downed my glass of orange juice and put the glass in the sink. "Come on, I'm getting blood work done."

"Blood work for what?"

My eyes widened. "Are you that stupid?" I walked over to him and cupped his cheeks. I pressed my forehead to his. "I am having blood work done to see if I am pregnant!" I let go and turned away from him to go back into the kitchen. "God, you're such a dolt!"

"Alright, sorry, I'd forgotten," he confessed.

"Least you admit it," I suddenly coughed violently as Craig jumped up and had me lean over the sink. This had already happened once before, and we'd ended up with a puddle of vomit all over the floor. Once it stopped, he smoothed my hair back. "I feel horrible."

"Think you should go back to bed?"

"No," I slowly pushed myself up and stood leaning against him. Groaning, I let go and walked toward the couch. "I'll be okay. Nerves, I guess."

"What are you nervous about?"

"I just want to know if I'm actually pregnant. I don't even know if we can make this work! What are we going to do? My God, I'm not ready for this!"

"Viv, Viv, hold on," he brought me back into the living room and sat me down on the couch. Putting an arm around my shoulder, he kissed my temple. "Look, you're getting so worked up before we even know anything."

"I just don't want to screw it up…"

"What's there to screw up?" he asked.

"Everything!"

"Just relax," he whispered. "I'll be right there with you."

"Craig, you don't understand!"

"What don't I understand?"

"I'm scared!"

"I am too," he assured me. "It's just blood work and an ultrasound. It's nothing… it's the next seven months that suck…"

"Not helping!"

"Viv!" he said loudly. "Relax, it's not as though you're dying. You're getting all worked up over nothing." He went into the kitchen and brought me a glass of water. "We'll go to the doctor, get these tests done, and we'll know in another two days."

I took a couple of deep breaths and began to relax. "I'm sorry, Craig, I didn't mean to spook you like that."

"Alright…" he went to the closet and got his coat out.

"Where are you going?"

"Our appointment's in a half hour," he answered. "And since neither of us have a car, doesn't it make sense to walk?"

"Sure, but, it takes less than five minutes to get there."

"Doesn't hurt…"

"No, you're right, let's go…" I got up off the couch and within the next five minutes we were out the door.

We walked into the office and waited. There were kids with the sniffles hanging on to their mother's legs like they were dying, an older man wrapped in three sweaters yet still shivering, and then there was Craig and I… to these people I'm sure we looked pretty normal.

"Vivianne Hallet?" I followed the receptionist into the ultrasound room. The thing was huge! Right beside it, there was a bench that I presumed I was supposed to lie down on, and a bathroom to the left.

"No, you're not sitting on that yet. Come on…" a nurse handed me a clear plastic cup.

"You want me to pee in it?"

"Exactly," she answered. "A urine test can help detect pregnancy hormones."

"No blood work?"

"Not yet," she told me. "We don't usually do that until after we've done everything else."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm sorry, I'm just a little nervous…"

"First baby?"

"Yeah," I told her. "Actually I'm really, really nervous. I don't even know if I'm actually pregnant, that's why I'm here…"

She put a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Don't you worry, we'll take good care of you."

I nodded and went into the bathroom. Two minutes later I had enough of a sample to give back. When she took it, I was just really eager to know for sure at this point. Was I, or was I not pregnant? I wanted to be, but at the same time I was scared.

She came back with the ultrasound technician, and at that point, I knew. The only problem was, the tech was one of the girls from elementary school; she used to throw dirt at me for not acting like a 'normal' kid. But seeing her as an ultrasound technician, I had to admit, she'd grown up. We both had.

"Hello, Vivianne," she smiled at me. "It's good to see you again."

"You too, Marie," I answered. She grabbed the tube of jelly and poured a bit on my stomach. "When did you start here?"

"About a year or so ago," she answered, running the scanner over the jelly and searching for something. "Did your husband not come with you?"

"Oh, he's not my husband," I answered.

"Boyfriend?"

"Significant other," I quipped. Best way to put it. Craig Patrick was my significant other.

"Do you want him in here?" she continued running the scanner over my stomach. There had to be something in there, otherwise she wouldn't be looking so hard.

"Um…" I thought for a minute. "Yeah, I think he'd like to see this."

And sure enough, he was almost shaking when he sat down in the chair beside the table and held my hand.

"Do you see anything yet, Marie?"

"Not yet, seems this little guy's really hiding…" she chuckled, running the scanner over my stomach a few more times. "Ah ha, there you are!"

"Huh?" I asked, turning my head toward the monitor once again.

"Do you see that little thing there that looks like a shrimp?" she pointed to the monitor and smiled. "Right there, that's your baby…"

"Oh my God," I heard Craig whisper.

Marie handed me a towel and helped me wipe the jelly off. "I'll get you some prints so you can take them home. Congratulations Mom and Dad…"

Then it hit me. Mom and Dad…

We were having a baby!