Chapter 11

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Author's Note: Sorry for the hold up on my story. I've been doing… not so great in school so I'm trying to study more and I do clubs and sports and I have my social life… so updating for me is harder than it seems. I usually write at night… or if it's raining like it is now. So I'm in sweatpants and a blanket listening to Elvis (Yes, I like Elvis.) Thanks for people who review, they've all been good so far and I appreciate them all.

The Appointment

By this point, I thought I would have Freddie with me, and helping me go through this, but things never go as planned with me. I can't make decisions, and when I do they're usually wrong. Like on tests, for example.

It was raining when I got out of the car to the doctor's. Not a good day for Uggs. My orange Uggs were getting drenched, as well as my black jeans, jacket and hair.

I didn't know what to expect when I went in. Probably so many pregnant ladies that I'd lose my mind. They'd probably be five or ten years older than me, though. They were probably expecting it, and they were probably ready for it. They knew what was coming, and I didn't.

Well, I was right. Obviously there were a lot of pregnant women, and they were mostly older. Some of them have husbands sitting next to them; most of them did, actually. I just walked in, and I already feel like everyone is staring at me as if I had to feet, seven eyes, and two noses.

I walked over to the desk, "Hey. I'm Sam, I have an appointment at 2." I actually had to leave school early to get here. I told Freddie and Carly I was going to ditch. I was supposed to give my appointment sheet to the nurse to excuse myself from school, but I didn't want her to read it, so I just left. So, technically, it is ditching.

They lady looked at the clock, "It's 2:15 now. You're late."

"Jeez, I feel like I'm still in school-"

"You should-" She didn't finish with her comeback, which would have been smart if I said it, but coming from her mouth I may have just smacked her across the face. You should be in school was what she was going to say. Good thing she stopped.

She suddenly shot me a fake happy smile, and sweetly said, "I'll let Dr. Berley know you're here."

I rolled my eyes at her after she left.

I looked over to a lady sitting in the waiting area. Man, she looked about a hundred months pregnant. What if the baby just came out right now? I feel like that can happen any second; like people should be keeping a close eye on her at all times in case she does.

I hope I don't look like that. If I do look like that… then Freddie would definitely know by then.

"Samantha Puckett?" A different nurse asked as she approached me.

"Yeah."

"Okay," She looked at me a smiled, "Follow me."

This one's a whole lot nicer than that other one.

When we got to the room, she weighed me.

She wrote something down on the clipboard, and told me, "You're 119 pounds."

"Is that bad?"

She shook her head, "It's a healthy weight for your age and height, it's actually a little on the lighter side."

"Well I probably lost weight from throwing up so much."

"It's possible to lose some weight instead of gain weight during the beginning of pregnancy. Not a lot, though. You may have lost a pound or two."

"When will I start to show?"

"It's hard to say. It's different from everyone. Since it's your first pregnancy," She looked up at me for half a second, "I'm assuming, you might not even show that much. But, you also might. It's different for everyone."

I might not even show that much. Huh, well maybe….

No. I can't not evertell Freddie I'm having his child. That's… that's just absolutely, positively stupid.

Next the nurse took my blood pressure. I forgot what she said it was, though. Something over something. I guess it was good though, because she didn't say anything bad about it.

She checked my medical records, which took a while, because I've been injured a lot. Falling off the telephone pole two years ago, rollerblading off the shed at Wendy's, tripping over a fence trying to sneak out, getting my head split from the baseball bat, breaking my nose from Freddie's locker (You should have seen his reaction, it was almost funnier than breaking your nose from a locker). There are a lot of stories. Plus, the whole mental institution thing didn't make it go any quicker.

She asked me when my last period was, so she could tell me when I was going to have this baby. I didn't remember, though. So she couldn't tell me when I was supposed to be due. Which, by the way, stinks, because now how am I supposed to know which day I can expect to give birth? I told her when I had sex, though, and she was able to give me a general idea of when though. It was going to be May. Probably.

I thought this appointment would go on for a while. I doubt I'll even have time to see the baby on the screen. She drew blood from me. I'm blood type O, which apparently is the most rare.

Then I had to pee in a cup. After questioning and complaining, she finally told me I had to do it. Might as well get it over with.

After that she took me to this room with a lot of machines.

She made me lie down and lift up my shirt.

Then, without warning she put some really freezing jelly on my stomach. I jumped when she did it, and she apologized.

"What's that for?" I asked, a little rudely.

"It can give us a better image of your baby."

"Oh."

"Ready to see your baby?"

Your baby, your baby. She keeps saying it. I know it's my baby, so she doesn't have to keep reminding me.

"Sure." I said, probably less enthusiastically than she thought I would.

She didn't ask though.

She played around with some machine, and then the machine over me to position it. After a few moments, it was on the screen.

It was black and white, and honestly, it didn't look so interesting.

"You will more in a few weeks. That," She pointed to a small shape, "is your baby." She smiled, and looked at me, but I was too busy staring at the screen.

There is an actual baby inside of my stomach right now. It's real, it's living, and it has a heartbeat.

The nurse turned around, and starting taking pictures of the screen and they printed out.

I took the papers. This was my actual baby. My very own. I kept saying it, because it was almost hard to believe.

I say it as if I was keeping it. Like this was my baby. It was my baby, but I didn't want it to be.

I didn't want to have this baby. I pulled down my shirt, getting it all slimy from the jelly, and hopped off the seat. I quickly walked out, wanting to leave. I wasn't supposed to be here doing this.

The nurse called after me, but it just made me walk faster.

"Have a nice day!" The nurse I spoke to first said in a sweet/ totally obnoxious voice from the front desk.

I ran to my car, slammed the door, and just cried.

With shaky fingers, I dialed Spencer's number.

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