Miranda
Stone and I are off to the doctor’s this morning to confirm my pregnancy after we enjoy breakfast at the diner up the street. I stopped by there yesterday to let them draw some blood and run the tests, now we are meeting with the doctor to confirm how far along I am and to go over all of the guidelines she would like me to follow. I’m quite nervous and I don’t know why…it’s not like she’s going to tell me something I don’t already know.
“Ready, baby?” Stone leans on the doorway in the bathroom where I’ve been fumbling with my hair.
I let out a sigh. “I guess as ready as I’ll ever be.”
“You’ll be fine. Let’s grab breakfast so we’re not late.” He takes my hand and pulls me from the bathroom. I’m quiet the entire ride to the restaurant. I can’t get out of my own head, and I need to focus on deep breaths so I can control the nausea I’ve been battling. I’m trying to think about what I want to eat because I’m starving, but I know what’s going to happen. I’m going to eat, and by the time I get to the doctor’s office, I may be running to a bathroom.
Stone opens my door for me and we walk into the diner. He tells the hostess we need a table for two and she escorts us over. After she places two menus down and tells us the waitress will be right over, she disappears.
“Talk to me.” Stone leans on the table.
“What is there to say? I’m nervous and we have a ton of planning to do now. I can’t help but think about everything. Not to mention I’m starving, but I have no idea how well my stomach will handle this food.”
“Well, take it one meal at a time. Stressing yourself over it isn’t going to help you.”
The waitress comes over, and as soon as she’s done asking how we’re doing, I look her in the eye and ramble, “I would like a tall glass of orange juice, scrambled eggs with peppers and onions, raisin toast—light on the butter—and bacon.” She’s trying to fight a smile but she’s failing. “Sorry, I’m hungry.”
Stone bursts into laughter. “I’ll make it easy on you…make it two.” The waitress nods and walks away. “I spoke to Logan about the agent. She’s going to get in touch with me, but we need to talk about what we want in a place.”
“I would like something like you have now, but we need two bedrooms and two bathrooms.”
“I agree. I think we’re fine with two bedrooms.”
She nods. “I would also like to have a doorman like we do now.”
The waitress drops our food and I begin to eat while Stone tells me he agrees, and that he’s going to get to the agent with what we’re looking for and the areas we would like to be in. We don’t want to be too far from either of our jobs, but lucky for us, we don’t work too far from each other, so that shouldn’t be too difficult for her.
It takes me no time to finish my breakfast, and I actually feel pretty good. Stone takes care of the bill and we both head over to the doctor’s for my visit.
When we get there, the office is packed with pregnant woman and babies, and it’s making me edgy. I check in with the woman at the desk and she tells us to have a seat. I take a deep breath and find two seats side by side. Believe it or not, there aren’t many seats to choose from. I’m getting more and more nervous, my leg is bouncing up and down a million miles an hour while Stone holds my hand, rubbing his thumb along my knuckles.
The woman on the side of me has a little girl who looks like she’s only been walking for a short time and she’s visibly pregnant.
“First one?” she asks me. I smile at her and nod. “Don’t stress, you’ll be fine. I was nervous for my first one too, and now this is my third.”
My brows shoot up. “Really?”
She smiles. “Yup, my oldest is in preschool. This is Jordan.” She points to her daughter. “We weren’t planning on getting pregnant for a third so quickly after having her, but it happened, and so here we are.”
“We weren’t planning this just yet either, but we’re both thrilled and ready to take it on.” I smile, feeling better by the minute.
The doctor calls her name. She stands, takes her daughter’s hand, and wishes us all the best.
I turn to Stone with a smile. “I’m starting to feel like we got this. Seeing all these women in here pregnant and with little ones has actually made me feel better.” He squeezes my hand and we sit and wait.
“Miranda,” a woman in scrubs calls out.
Stone and I stand, walking toward her hand in hand. “How are you today?” the woman asks us.
“We’re good.” I smile, feeling more confident.
“Good, you can have a seat right in here.” The nurse points to a room and we both walk in. “Sir, you can have a seat in the chair, and Miranda, you can have a seat on the exam table.”
I climb up and Stone takes a seat beside me. We go through a round of questions, she checks my weight, and tells me the doctor will be in shortly. As soon as the door is closed, I exhale a deep breath. The breakfast I ate a short time ago is starting to upset my stomach. I’m trying really hard to keep it down, because I know it’s important that I eat and feed me and the baby.
There’s a knock at the door and a doctor comes walking in. “Hi, I’m Doctor Stryker. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She holds her hand out to me.
“It’s nice to meet you. This is Stone.” They shake hands.
She starts clicking away on her computer, and a minute later she turns to us. “Miranda, there’s no doubt about it…you’re definitely pregnant. When was your last period?”
I exhale a deep breath. “I lost track, but I think it’s been about three or four weeks. I’ve been so stressed out at work, I thought I was late from stress until I started getting sick.” This crap with Higgins is driving us all crazy, so when I first realized I hadn’t gotten a period, I simply assumed it was the stress, and I was just going to start it late.
She nods her head and continues reviewing and making notes. “How long have you been getting sick?”
“About a week now.” She comes over and begins her examination, listening to my heart and such as while we talk.
“Well, by your hormone level, I’m going to guess that you’re about seven weeks pregnant. I need you to start taking some prenatal vitamins right away. If your morning sickness doesn’t improve or you have a hard time keeping these down, we need to know so we can try to give you something, but hopefully it won’t last much longer.” She hands me a bottle of vitamins and tells me I can get more at the local pharmacy. She asks us if we have any questions, but right now all I keep hearing is that I’m seven weeks pregnant.
“Baby, do you have any questions?” Stone pulls me from my thoughts. Part of me feels like I was fighting the idea of pregnancy even though I knew it was a possibility.
“No, not now.”
“Okay, well, if you end up having any questions, give us a call, but I’ll leave you with these pamphlets to go over, and I want to see you again in four weeks.” She hands us a slip of paper. “You can see the secretary on the way out to make your next appointment.
“Thank you, Doc.” I climb off the table and shake her hand.
She shakes Stone’s hand, then we go out to the ladies at the front to make my next appointment. Once we have the appointment, Stone takes my hand with a huge smile on his face, and the look is contagious. “I know you have concerns, but this is going to be good. I can’t wait to find out what we’re having.”
I giggle. “Yeah, that will be fun.”