Under the Mistletoe with Me

I’m on my way from the grocery store to the nail salon to get that pedicure I so desperately need. Another unnecessary trip to the doctor seems ridiculous and a waste of time.

“I’m not at liberty to discuss the results of the tests over the phone. Dr. Wilson needs to see you. He has an opening in an hour. Can we expect you then?”

Well, hell, there goes the pedicure.

“Yeah, I’ll be there.” I hang up the phone with a scowl. More doctor appointments. Isaac talked me into going yesterday because I’ve still been having headaches. They’re not debilitating, but they are frequent. The doctor suspected that they were due to stress, but ran labs just to make sure everything was on track.

Everything had better be on track and this is just routine or I’m gonna punch somebody in the throat. I’m done with doctors for a while.

My phone rings again, and I smile when I see it’s Brynna.

“Hey.”

“Hey, I’m leaving your mom’s. She has Sophie and offered to keep the girls for me too. Where are you?”

“I was going to get a pedicure…” before I can finish the sentence, Brynna gasps.

“Without me? What the fuck?”

“It’s a good thing the girls aren’t with you,” I reply dryly.

“I know. I try to get all the swear words out when they’re not around.”

“As I was saying, I was going to get a pedi, but my doctor just called and they want me to go in for a follow up instead.”

“You’re still having follow-up visits at almost five months post-partum?” she asks.

“No, I went in because I’ve been having headaches. I guess there’s some blood work they want to talk about.”

“Oh. Well, since I don’t have the girls, want company? We can do lunch after.”

“Sure, thanks. I’ll meet you there.” I rattle off the address to her and end the call. I pull into the office parking lot and wait for Brynna in my car. It doesn’t take her long to join me.

“Hi, Fran,” I greet the receptionist. “Dr. Wilson wanted to see me again today.”

“He’s expecting you. Thanks for coming on such short notice. No Sophie today?” she asks with a smile.

“No, I had a babysitter today.”

Nurse Kimberly comes around the corner and smiles at me. “Oh great, you’re here. I’ll take you back.”

“It’s not terribly busy today.” I’m trying to make small talk to calm my nerves. I hate the doctor office. You’d think with all the dozens, if not hundreds, of hours I’ve spent in them over the past three years it wouldn’t bother me.

It does.

“This time of year is usually slow. Especially this week, the week of Christmas.” Kimberly offers a friendly smile at Brynna.

“Oh, I’m sorry. This is my cousin, Brynna.”

“Nice to meet you. Okay, have a seat, the doctor will be right with you.”

“This place gives me the heebs,” Brynna remarks after the nurse leaves. She shivers and looks at a plastic vagina. “What the fuck do they put these things out here for, anyway? I don’t want to see a plastic model of the jay-jay.”

“It’s to scare us into not having sex anymore.”

“It’s working.”

There’s a brief knock on the door, startling Brynna and then the door swings open, and my handsome doctor, Dr. Delicious Wilson briskly walks in the room.

“Thanks for coming in, Stacy.”

“Sure. This is my cousin Brynna.”

“Brynna.” He automatically shakes her hand, not looking up from the chart in his hand. Bryn catches my eye, her own big brown eyes wide and mouths, Holy shit!

I know! I respond.

“So, Stacy, I know we discussed yesterday that the headaches are most likely due to stress, and not related to the minor gestational diabetes that you had in the latter part of your pregnancy.”

“Right,” I nod.

“And that may still very well be the case because your labs are perfectly normal in regards to your blood sugars.”

“Good.” I smile and drape my handbag over my shoulder, expecting to leave with the results of my test.

“However,” he continues and I halt my movements. “You’re pregnant.”

“The fuck?” Brynna mutters and then breaks out into hysterical giggles.

Chapter Nine

I stare at Delicious for a few seconds, my mouth gaping, my eyes wide, and then Brynna’s giggles break through the fog surrounding my brain.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“You’re pregnant.”

And just like that, just as the giggles were under control, Brynna lets loose again.

“Has she been drinking?” the doctor asks.

“No. This is just crazy. You might want to double check those lab results, doc. I’m not pregnant.”

“Uh, yeah, you are.”

I’m stunned. I blink at him.

“Only you, Stacy.” Brynna takes a deep breath and wipes a tear from her eye. “Only you would struggle through infertility treatments for three years, finally have a baby, and then get pregnant again right away without even trying.”

“I’ve seen it before,” Doc responds. “Sometimes a woman’s system sort of ‘resets’ itself after a pregnancy, and she’s able to get pregnant right way.”

Huh.

“When was your last menstrual cycle?” he asks.

“I don’t remember. Probably before I got pregnant with Sophie. I just thought my hormones hadn’t leveled out from the pregnancy yet.”

“So you probably got pregnant a couple months ago.”

“Tahiti?” Brynna mutters.

Tahiti.

“Shit, I’ve had alcohol! I wasn’t breast feeding Soph, so I’ve had drinks here and there since Tahiti.”

“More than a few on a daily basis?” he asks.

“No, more like a few a month.”

“You’re fine,” he smiles reassuringly. “You know the drill. Call your OB and set up an ultrasound and consult.”

“So, everything else is okay?” I ask.

“Yep, you’re great. Best of luck to you.”

I stare at Brynna for a minute, my mouth opening and shutting like a fish out of water.

“Lunch,” she says and takes my hand, pulling me out of the office. What is it with everyone pulling me all over the place lately?

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