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Ok, I've never had one of these appointments (as I've never been pregnant), so I have no clue if what I'm about to say is accurate or not. I'm kind of using what limited knowledge I have and making up the rest for this chapter.
I could not believe how many baby posters were at an OB/GYN office.
And pregnant women.
If I ever wanted to forget my situation, this wasn't the place to go.
I would have left if Daphne hadn't been there forcing me to stay. I really didn't want to be here, and she knew it.
"Bay Kennish?"
I slowly stood. "Yeah. Yeah, that's me." I waved to Daphne, following the nurse through the door. We went through all the measurements-height, weight, etc.-until she led me into the room. The stirrups on the bed instantly scared me.
"Alright, hun, why are you here?"
"I... um, I'm pregnant."
She raised an eyebrow. Evidently, it didn't matter if the doctor was used to dealing with teen pregnancy. The nurse was still judgmental.
"How far?"
"I... I don't know. Two months, maybe?"
"Would you lift your shirt?"
I bit my lip and complied. As long as it was down, no one could see anything. However, the beginning of a baby bump was forming. It wasn't much, and if someone noticed after a large meal, they wouldn't suspect it at all.
"Looks about right." The nurse handed me a folded hospital gown. "Strip down and put this on. The doctor will be with you soon." I nodded and she left.
I quickly followed instructions, getting the gown on and sitting on the bed. After what seemed like an eternity, the doctor came in.
Natalie Olenick was a pretty woman. She looked to be in her mid-thirties, with dark skin. Her hair was cut short, a small poof around her head. Not quite curly enough to qualify as an afro, though. Small glasses sat perched on her nose in front of light green eyes.
"Hello, Miss Kennish."
"Call me Bay."
"Bay. I'm Natalie. I'll be your doctor. You're here to establish care for your pregnancy, right?"
"Yeah... yeah, I guess."
"Do you know how far you are? In weeks?"
"Weeks?"
"I have a calendar, if you need it."
I nodded. I remembered the day it happened. I had had it all planned out. I made it as special as I could.
Hopping down from the table, I went to the indicated calendar, flipping through the pages. It was September 12, now. And it had happened July 23. So that was...
"A little over 7 weeks."
"Alright. Do you know the father?"
"Yes."
"Does he have any hereditary problems?"
"Well... he's deaf. But that's it."
"And that's hereditary?"
"Yeah. Both of his parents are, too."
"Alright. That shouldn't cause any problems in the pregnancy, but it's useful information for the birth."
I didn't see how, but hey, she was the doctor.
"Ok. Lay back here, and put your feet in the stirrups."
What happened next was very, very unpleasant. And I swear it lasted forever. I don't know what was so interesting down there, but she took her time. And then she tried to make small talk. I really didn't do well with that particular moment in time. Small talk was awkward enough, thank you.
She eventually set me free with a prescription for prenatal vitamins.
I got dressed, going back out into the waiting room. Daphne sat there still, flipping through a magazine. She glanced up, standing when she saw me. 'So? What did she say?'
'She said to take these vitamins and that she'll see me later.'
'All that time for that?'
'Well... she didn't say anything important during the rest of the time.'
We continued talking as we left the waiting room, heading out to the parking lot.
'Did you do an ultrasound?'
I frowned slightly, and seeming to realize we were alone and there was no danger of our family hearing us, she spoke.
"Did you do an ultrasound?"
"Oh... no. She said that we would wait for that until I'm 20 weeks." I signed and spoke at the same time.
"How many weeks are you now?"
"Seven."
We got into the car, but before I started the car, I turned to her. "I'm not going to be able to hide this much longer."
"I know. You need to tell them. You need to tell Emmett."
"I'll get to that."
I turned and started the car, pulling out and driving away. This was a lot to take in. Natalie had said that the next appointment she would try to listen to the heartbeat.
And Emmett really did deserve to know. No matter how mad I was at him, or how hurt, it wasn't fair to keep a kid away from him.
I lived with other people, too. I'd have to tell them before they found out some other way.
I never thought life would turn out this way.
Sorry about missing yesterday! My internet went all freaky and I couldn't get on... I'll try to post two chapters within the next couple days to make up for it. It depends on how soon I finish my schoolwork.
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