steam would have given him a clearer sight of our future, but apparently it hasn’t.
Dr. Staton enters the room, pulling me from the depressing thoughts that evade my tired mind. I’m truly sick of worrying over this elusive heartache, but it will never leave me. “Carly Jo, you are terribly pale. How’s the morning sickness?” The good doctor asks with a concerned expression as she pulls the rolling stool beneath her to sit. She opens her laptop then begins scrolling through my chart, nodding silently to herself as she waits for my reply.
“I’m fine, Dr. Staton. Just tired is all.”
“Mmhmm, I see. Have you been taking the pre-natal vitamins I prescribed you? Drinking plenty of water and getting lots of rest?” She asks, peeking out of the corner of her eye. I shake my head up and down with a low mutter.
“Fatigue is common in the first trimester, my dear. Try not to worry, the second trimester is well within site. Now, I see here that your CBC panels all look nice. Let’s have a look and listen, shall we?” She says as she motions for me to lie back against the stiff exam table. I lie back pinching my eyes shut as Dr. Staton does her poking and prodding. She pulls a measuring tape from her jacket pocket, stretching it across my abdomen, then makes notes on her notepad. She squeezes blue, cold goop on my belly then scans the top of my abdomen with the Doppler. A loud swooshing sound fills the room almost immediately. Tears fill my eyes hearing this miraculous sound for the very first time. Seeing the pink lines on the pregnancy test only told me I was expecting, but hearing this amazing sound makes it real. Dr. Staton smiles down at me as she concentrates on the baby’s heartbeat.
After she has finished her exam, she asks me to get dressed then to meet her in her office. I wet a napkin to clean the smeared blue goop from my stomach, but ain’t nothing but a shower gonna clean away that nasty residue. Pulling my clothes on quickly, I gather my things and make my way down to Dr. Staton’s office. She is concentrating on entering her notes when I take a seat on the opposite side of her desk. When she realizes my presence she closes her laptop, giving me her full attention.
“Everything looks really well. T he baby is growing right along with your expected due date.” She pulls her glasses from her face, and peers at me before releasing a short sigh. “Have you talked to the possible fathers yet, Carly? You’re still a few weeks away from being able to get a conclusive reading on the Pre-natal Paternity Test. Have either possible father agreed to the test yet?”
“I have. Both men are aware of the situation, and one has agreed to be tested so far.”
“Only one?” She questions.
“The other is bit scorned by the situation.”
She stares at me briefly before staring down at the calendar on her desk. She has something more hanging on her lip, she’s just not sure how to proceed with her line of questioning. She looks up at me with a weak smile and says, “I see. Well, I’ll have the girls get the test scheduled for your fourteenth week of gestation. They will call you with the details. Unless you have any issues, I won’t need to see you back for a month. However, even if you just need to talk between now and then, feel free to set up an appointment. I’m not a therapist but I deal with this same situation all the time and it can be very stressful for expecting mothers.”
I shake her h and and thank her for her time then make my way to the receptionist desk to schedule my follow up appointment for one month out. After that is all squared away, I head out into the blustery cold to meet Savannah for lunch. She was hoping to be with me for my appointment today since Colton and I aren’t on speaking terms, but she had some errands to run for Josh that he insisted must be done this morning.
When I get to the Village Diner I greet Tabby, the new waitress with a small wave then find my usual
Dr. Staton enters the room, pulling me from the depressing thoughts that evade my tired mind. I’m truly sick of worrying over this elusive heartache, but it will never leave me. “Carly Jo, you are terribly pale. How’s the morning sickness?” The good doctor asks with a concerned expression as she pulls the rolling stool beneath her to sit. She opens her laptop then begins scrolling through my chart, nodding silently to herself as she waits for my reply.
“I’m fine, Dr. Staton. Just tired is all.”
“Mmhmm, I see. Have you been taking the pre-natal vitamins I prescribed you? Drinking plenty of water and getting lots of rest?” She asks, peeking out of the corner of her eye. I shake my head up and down with a low mutter.
“Fatigue is common in the first trimester, my dear. Try not to worry, the second trimester is well within site. Now, I see here that your CBC panels all look nice. Let’s have a look and listen, shall we?” She says as she motions for me to lie back against the stiff exam table. I lie back pinching my eyes shut as Dr. Staton does her poking and prodding. She pulls a measuring tape from her jacket pocket, stretching it across my abdomen, then makes notes on her notepad. She squeezes blue, cold goop on my belly then scans the top of my abdomen with the Doppler. A loud swooshing sound fills the room almost immediately. Tears fill my eyes hearing this miraculous sound for the very first time. Seeing the pink lines on the pregnancy test only told me I was expecting, but hearing this amazing sound makes it real. Dr. Staton smiles down at me as she concentrates on the baby’s heartbeat.
After she has finished her exam, she asks me to get dressed then to meet her in her office. I wet a napkin to clean the smeared blue goop from my stomach, but ain’t nothing but a shower gonna clean away that nasty residue. Pulling my clothes on quickly, I gather my things and make my way down to Dr. Staton’s office. She is concentrating on entering her notes when I take a seat on the opposite side of her desk. When she realizes my presence she closes her laptop, giving me her full attention.
“Everything looks really well. T he baby is growing right along with your expected due date.” She pulls her glasses from her face, and peers at me before releasing a short sigh. “Have you talked to the possible fathers yet, Carly? You’re still a few weeks away from being able to get a conclusive reading on the Pre-natal Paternity Test. Have either possible father agreed to the test yet?”
“I have. Both men are aware of the situation, and one has agreed to be tested so far.”
“Only one?” She questions.
“The other is bit scorned by the situation.”
She stares at me briefly before staring down at the calendar on her desk. She has something more hanging on her lip, she’s just not sure how to proceed with her line of questioning. She looks up at me with a weak smile and says, “I see. Well, I’ll have the girls get the test scheduled for your fourteenth week of gestation. They will call you with the details. Unless you have any issues, I won’t need to see you back for a month. However, even if you just need to talk between now and then, feel free to set up an appointment. I’m not a therapist but I deal with this same situation all the time and it can be very stressful for expecting mothers.”
I shake her h and and thank her for her time then make my way to the receptionist desk to schedule my follow up appointment for one month out. After that is all squared away, I head out into the blustery cold to meet Savannah for lunch. She was hoping to be with me for my appointment today since Colton and I aren’t on speaking terms, but she had some errands to run for Josh that he insisted must be done this morning.
When I get to the Village Diner I greet Tabby, the new waitress with a small wave then find my usual
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