As I sit patiently in the waiting room, couldn't help but wonder. Why am I so calm? Shouldn't I be nervous, even just a little bit? After all, I had been feeling "funny" for the last three long months, hence the doctor's appointment today. Call me crazy but I think I'm actually smiling. My brain is so damn relaxed, I couldn't be bothered worrying, really.
Thoughts are running high. Could I be? Really? What would I do? Would I be any good?
After what felt like a millennium, finally my name was called to go in. And as I got up, then i started feeling queasy. Whoa! "That can't be good", my exact thought.
As the good lady doctor directed me to a seat, I thought to myself, "you'll be alright, you'll see". She asked me a bunch of questions. Along with, "do you have a boyfriend"? To which I answered "NO, just recently broken up" politely to. Then she insisted I take a pregnancy test. In which I insisted back, "it's just a flu or something". Obviously, more insisting and persisting ensued for a good five hysterical minutes.
"Umm, I don't think I'm pregnant if that's what you're trying to figure out".. The good lady doctor smiled which I thought at that time was not something she should be smiling to me about. Needless to say, I took the test more to prove her wrong or so I thought.
As I'm reading it now, I have to laugh my head off. What a classic!
I sat there staring as those two magical baby-making blue lines appeared. I heard someone said "congratulations", "blah blah blah"... I got up, paid the bill and went straight outside.
"I bloody need fresh air! What the hell?! I'm what"?! How the hell?! For F*** sake!". Yes along those lines went the rest of that morning. Twenty minutes later, I rang my ex-accomplice and abused the crap out of him. Half hour later, we were sitting in the car staring at each other.. speechless. By then I was out of words. And he just looked lost.
Thoughts are running high. Could I be? Really? What would I do? Would I be any good?
After what felt like a millennium, finally my name was called to go in. And as I got up, then i started feeling queasy. Whoa! "That can't be good", my exact thought.
As the good lady doctor directed me to a seat, I thought to myself, "you'll be alright, you'll see". She asked me a bunch of questions. Along with, "do you have a boyfriend"? To which I answered "NO, just recently broken up" politely to. Then she insisted I take a pregnancy test. In which I insisted back, "it's just a flu or something". Obviously, more insisting and persisting ensued for a good five hysterical minutes.
"Umm, I don't think I'm pregnant if that's what you're trying to figure out".. The good lady doctor smiled which I thought at that time was not something she should be smiling to me about. Needless to say, I took the test more to prove her wrong or so I thought.
As I'm reading it now, I have to laugh my head off. What a classic!
I sat there staring as those two magical baby-making blue lines appeared. I heard someone said "congratulations", "blah blah blah"... I got up, paid the bill and went straight outside.
"I bloody need fresh air! What the hell?! I'm what"?! How the hell?! For F*** sake!". Yes along those lines went the rest of that morning. Twenty minutes later, I rang my ex-accomplice and abused the crap out of him. Half hour later, we were sitting in the car staring at each other.. speechless. By then I was out of words. And he just looked lost.
U make me smile =)
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