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“At least it’s not paper,” he pointed out the obvious as he turned around. When I was finished changing and had hidden my clothing on a little chair behind the privacy screen, Mack turned around and helped me onto the chair that could be converted into an exam table.
By the time the doctor got through all the preliminary shit, I was on the edge of my seat-literally, waiting to see the baby on the screen. After we situated a blanket on my lower half and pulled my gown up under my breasts, to preserve my modesty, the doctor squirted cold-as-fuck gel onto my belly.
Then, he moved the wand around and asked if we were ready. “I’m going to take some measurements first, but then I’ll walk you through what we’re seeing, okay?”
My brother and I both nodded and kept our eyes glued to the screen. I could see it. That little flutter on the screen had to be the heart. It was beating so fast. Still, I waited patiently to see what the doctor had to say before I jumped to any conclusions.
“Okay, everything seems to be measuring on track with what you told us. I put you at eleven weeks, which means your due date will be sometime in the first week of March.” He typed in March fifth on the machine.
“Are you guessing?” Mack asked.
The doctor chuckled as he continued clicking the computer and then moving the wand around my belly before clicking some more. “Well, pregnancies are sometimes unpredictable, especially for first time moms. She could go into labor anywhere from a day to a few weeks on either side of her due date.”
“Let’s hope for the closer side, then,” I added before anyone could speak again. “Quick, knock on some wood, or whatever we have to do to make that happen.”
Mack and Doc both laughed at me.
“You said she’s eleven weeks, but she knows when it happened and that was only nine weeks ago.” My brother was bound and determined to humiliate me.
“That’s correct. We count the two weeks before ovulation, when she had her last period. It’s the most accurate way to figure things out, especially since most soon-to-be moms don’t really know the exact date.”
“I see. So, even though she does, you still put her at eleven weeks?” The doctor laughed and stopped what he was doing to look at my brother questioningly. Mack opened up his big mouth and made me feel a thousand times worse, though I knew it wasn’t on purpose. “My friend is the father and I know that he's going to question the difference, if he’s told. I just wanted to hear how it’s done from you myself, so I could explain the discrepancy.”
The doctor looked between me and my brother. “You shouldn’t tell him anything without your sister’s permission. She’s the one who gets to make that decision. If she allows you to, let the young man know that if he has basic questions, he can come see me about them. Again, I will not discuss specifics to your sister with him unless she gives me permission to, and even then, I prefer that happen with both parties in the room.”
“I will…” Mack stopped himself and looked at me before he changed what he was about to say. “We will let him know all that when she tells him. I plan on being there. That’s the only reason I asked about it.”
The doctor nodded. “Privacy and trust are essential things for a woman. Never break them unless it’s a life-or-death situation and they will benefit from whatever you do.” The doctor encouraged my brother. I wasn’t sure it was his job to give out that kind of advice, but it was nice to hear someone putting my wants and needs first above some asshole’s ego.
~*~
Aug. 23rd
“Come on, Kim. You can’t keep putting it off.”
“What’s the rush?”
“The fact that the baby will be here by the time you get around to telling him,” Mack pointed out. I rolled my eyes. It had only been a week since my doctor’s visit. He was being dramatic.
I felt absolutely sick to my stomach, and it had nothing to do with morning sickness, for once. “Fine,” I winced as I got up to go put on something other than the sweatpants I’d decided were the most comfortable thing for me to wear, even if it was too hot for them. “Can you grab me a Ginger Ale while I get ready?”
“Yeah,” he answered quietly as he left my room and shut the door.
I did not want to do this.
Ireallydid not want to do this.
My brother was right. I couldn’t keep putting it off. It had to be done, and I might as well get it out of the way so I could stop wondering how Tripp might react to the news. I ended up putting on some shorts that my mother left behind because they were roomy enough. I hadn’t popped in my belly region yet or anything, but with the way my butt and boobs had grown, it seemed like nothing fit well anymore.
The tank top I pulled on seemed a bit too snug a fit, but I’d be damned if I was going to sweat my ass off in the sweltering South Georgia summer for the sake of covering up my too-noticeable pregnancy boob cleavage. Once I slid my feet into my flipflops, I made my way out to the living room where Mack was waiting on me.
“You ready for this?” He asked.
“No.”
“Gonna do it anyway?”
“I’m doing this for the baby. As far as I’m concerned, he doesn’t deserve to know shit after the way he accused me of basically taking advantage of him.”
