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I thank her again and then I head out of the store with all my bags. I got enough clothes that it should do me for my whole pregnancy. They already had fall and winter apparel out, with the summer clothes on sale, so that was nice.
I head to the car and put everything in the
trunk. I check my phone before pulling out and find that Xander’s called me and left a message.
I put in my password to listen to it.
“Hey, baby, I just wanted to let you know that practice is running late. Coach is being a dick and drilling us hard today. We shouldn’t be too much longer, and then I have to shower. I will be at your appointment but I might be late. Coach is yelling at me to get my ass back on the field—I love you, bye.”
I shake my head. The silly boy. Don’t get me wrong, I’d love for him to be there, but I understand he has to work and has obligations other than me.
I put my phone in the cup holder, not bothering to call him back since he’s either on the field or in the showers.
I drive straight to the doctor’s office, arriving twenty minutes early.
Go me.
I sign in and take a seat.
Ten minutes later I get a text from Xander saying he’s just gotten in his truck and he’s on his way.
“Thea Kincaid?” the nurse calls out.
“Here,” I respond, tucking my phone in my purse and standing.
She leads me back to the room and over to the scale. “We’ll weigh you and then I need you to pee in a cup for me.”
“Pee? Why? I’m pretty sure there’s a baby in there.” I point to my stomach.
She laughs, amused by me. “It’s just procedure.”
She weighs me and then hands me the cup with the same instructions as before.
I do my business and wash my hands. She’s waiting outside the bathroom and takes me back to my room.
“You can hop up there now.” She points to the bed thing. “Just pull your dress up above your stomach and drape this over your legs.” She hands me a sheet. “The ultrasound technician will be in soon.” She smiles before leaving.
I look around the room, at the charts on the wall. There’s one of a baby in the different stages of development. They change a lot in a week, it’s pretty insane.
The door opens and I look up, expecting the tech, but I smile from ear to ear when I see that it’s Xander.
“How late am I? Did I miss it?” he asks, shutting the door behind him. His hair is still slightly damp from a shower, and he’s in clean clothes—a pair of khaki shorts and a white t-shirt.
I shake my head. “No, you’re right on time.”
He breathes out a sigh of relief. “Oh, good. I broke probably ten traffic laws trying to get here.” He takes a seat beside me.
“Don’t do that,” I scold, reaching over to touch his face. “I’d rather have you in one piece than at my appointment.”
“Noted.” He rests his hands on knees.
“How was practice?” I ask.
“Exhausting,” he replies. “Coach is drilling us hard, but hey, it’s expected. He gets more determined every year, I swear.”
“But you love it,” I state.
“I sure do.” He smiles up at me. “But not as much as I love you.”
