I groaned as I walked to the bathroom to take a hot shower.
I told myself to take a cold shower. An ice cold shower.
Just so my fingers and thoughts didn’t get too playful when it came to thinking about Atlas.
I satin the waiting room and looked around.
There were two other pregnant women.
Very pregnant women.
One woman sat alone.
Another sat next to a guy and they held hands.
I sat with my phone in my right hand, chewing on my bottom lip like there was gold waiting to be found.
I glanced at my phone again.
The text message already typed out.
Ready to go.
I just needed to hit…
I looked to my left and touched the screen.
Without looking I managed to send the text to Atlas.
There. I did it. He knows I’m at the doctor. He knows where I am.
I mean, sure, it’s super last second. I’m going to get called in any minute now.
But at least I reached out, right?
I swallowed hard and took a deep breath.
“Hazel?”
I stood up and a nurse with a super high-top blonde bun and white scrubs with pink pandas on them waved to me, then escorted me into the back.
I had to do the wholestand on the dreaded scaleroutine.
This was one time in life where gaining weight was a good thing.
“So how are you feeling?” the nurse asked.
“Bigger,” I said with a smile.
“Feeling any flutters and kicks?”
“A little,” I said. “No uppercuts yet.”
“That’s good,” the nurse said. “Any concerns?”
“Nope,” I said.
“Perfect,” she said. “We’re going to get some pictures of the baby and then Dr. Riley will be in to chat. Sound good?”