She laughs. “But other than that, I feel great.”
“Good. We ran your blood work, I’m a little concerned.”
“Why?”
“Because your hormone level is higher than I’d expect. When did you say your last period was?”
“March fifth.”
She does a twist of the circle in her hand. “That puts you due around December tenth. But that means you’re only five weeks along. Give or take a day or two. But your blood HCg is running about double that.” I slide down off of the table.
I lower the blanket, “Would that explain why I have this?” I show her my little pouch.
“That wasn’t there before?” she asks.
“No, I just discovered it this morning.”
She smiles at me. “I think it might. Let’s do the exam and then we will run an ultrasound, how’s that sound?”
I nod and climb back up and lay back. She brings the stirrup cups out and helps me guide my heels into them. “Scoot down just a little bit.” I do as she asks and I can hear her stretching gloves. The room goes eerily quiet and all I can hear is the sound of my blood pumping through my ears.
She starts her exam and I squirm. I’m sensitive, compliments of Talon and Kyle. “Does that hurt?”
“No, just sensitive.”
She laughs, “I’d imagine, keeping up with those two.”
I blush as red as a cherry. “How’d…”
She chuckles, “Becky is a little too talkative sometimes.”
“Does that bother you?” I ask.
“No, in fact, I think it’s awesome. So long as you’re happy, and I know Paige will understand too. She’s a wild girl herself.”
“Oh my god,” I squeak. “I had no idea.”
She laughs and continues. “Paige said your last pap was about nine months ago, I’m going to go ahead and run another one for you, if that’s alright.”
“As long as you call with the results and then make sure Dr. Paige gets them.”
“Of course.”
I can feel her moving around down there and I try to ignore it. After just a couple more minutes she’s done. “This is going to be tender, but I will try and be gentle,” she says as she slides two fingers inside of me and then pokes along my lower abdomen. I flinch. “I can feel your cysts that Paige talked about. I also feel the reason why you’re here.”
She pulls back, pulls off her gloves and throws them into the red container. Then I watch as she washes her hands and sanitizes them. The routine is so mundane; I realize that I’m over focusing on everything else to avoid the elephant in the room. Then she comes to stand at my side. “Paige said you had implants done about six or seven years ago.”
I nod, “Is that going to be a problem for breastfeeding?”
“I doubt it. You had them go in under the muscle for one, and for two, if your boobs are hurting that means they’re doing what they’re supposed to be doing during pregnancy.” She begins examining one breast, she’s pushing and I flinch. “Sorry, sweetheart, I’m almost done.” She moves onto the other one. “No, I think you’ll do fine in the breastfeeding department, but the next few months might be really painful. You may start to notice your scars more. You have armpit incisions?” I nod and she pulls her hands back, covering me again. “I imagine that as you develop closer to delivery, you’ll see them and feel them again.”
I nod and sit up.
“What questions do you have?” she asks as she sits down to write down her exam notes.
“I’m on tour right now, living on a bus, up late at night, is that going to be a problem?”
“I don’t see why not. I’m going to give you a prenatal vitamin prescription that you need to take every day. I recommend at night, after dinner. Stay away from pain relievers other than acetaminophen for aches. Though I can tell you it won’t help much with the breast soreness. Stick to the recommended dosage and do it as a last resort. If you catch a cold or think you’re
“Good. We ran your blood work, I’m a little concerned.”
“Why?”
“Because your hormone level is higher than I’d expect. When did you say your last period was?”
“March fifth.”
She does a twist of the circle in her hand. “That puts you due around December tenth. But that means you’re only five weeks along. Give or take a day or two. But your blood HCg is running about double that.” I slide down off of the table.
I lower the blanket, “Would that explain why I have this?” I show her my little pouch.
“That wasn’t there before?” she asks.
“No, I just discovered it this morning.”
She smiles at me. “I think it might. Let’s do the exam and then we will run an ultrasound, how’s that sound?”
I nod and climb back up and lay back. She brings the stirrup cups out and helps me guide my heels into them. “Scoot down just a little bit.” I do as she asks and I can hear her stretching gloves. The room goes eerily quiet and all I can hear is the sound of my blood pumping through my ears.
She starts her exam and I squirm. I’m sensitive, compliments of Talon and Kyle. “Does that hurt?”
“No, just sensitive.”
She laughs, “I’d imagine, keeping up with those two.”
I blush as red as a cherry. “How’d…”
She chuckles, “Becky is a little too talkative sometimes.”
“Does that bother you?” I ask.
“No, in fact, I think it’s awesome. So long as you’re happy, and I know Paige will understand too. She’s a wild girl herself.”
“Oh my god,” I squeak. “I had no idea.”
She laughs and continues. “Paige said your last pap was about nine months ago, I’m going to go ahead and run another one for you, if that’s alright.”
“As long as you call with the results and then make sure Dr. Paige gets them.”
“Of course.”
I can feel her moving around down there and I try to ignore it. After just a couple more minutes she’s done. “This is going to be tender, but I will try and be gentle,” she says as she slides two fingers inside of me and then pokes along my lower abdomen. I flinch. “I can feel your cysts that Paige talked about. I also feel the reason why you’re here.”
She pulls back, pulls off her gloves and throws them into the red container. Then I watch as she washes her hands and sanitizes them. The routine is so mundane; I realize that I’m over focusing on everything else to avoid the elephant in the room. Then she comes to stand at my side. “Paige said you had implants done about six or seven years ago.”
I nod, “Is that going to be a problem for breastfeeding?”
“I doubt it. You had them go in under the muscle for one, and for two, if your boobs are hurting that means they’re doing what they’re supposed to be doing during pregnancy.” She begins examining one breast, she’s pushing and I flinch. “Sorry, sweetheart, I’m almost done.” She moves onto the other one. “No, I think you’ll do fine in the breastfeeding department, but the next few months might be really painful. You may start to notice your scars more. You have armpit incisions?” I nod and she pulls her hands back, covering me again. “I imagine that as you develop closer to delivery, you’ll see them and feel them again.”
I nod and sit up.
“What questions do you have?” she asks as she sits down to write down her exam notes.
“I’m on tour right now, living on a bus, up late at night, is that going to be a problem?”
“I don’t see why not. I’m going to give you a prenatal vitamin prescription that you need to take every day. I recommend at night, after dinner. Stay away from pain relievers other than acetaminophen for aches. Though I can tell you it won’t help much with the breast soreness. Stick to the recommended dosage and do it as a last resort. If you catch a cold or think you’re
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