I woke up the next morning not feeling too great. Every time I didn't feel good, I automatically called the doctor. I didn't get sick often. In fact, the last time I was sick was 3 years prior. I called the doctor's office, who suggested that I come in. I made an appointment for 10:45.
"I'm not feeling very well." I said, putting both hands on my stomach and dramatically flopping sideways onto the couch.
"Maybe you should go to the doctor. You never feel sick." Andrew suggested, looking away from his music.
"Exactly. I just called him up. I'm leaving in fifteen."
"I'm sure everything will be fine, Casey."
"Do you want to come with me?"
"Um"
"Yeah I understand."
"I love you."
"I love me, too."
I got back up and got ready.
"Okay, i'm leaving. I'll be back in like an hour hopefully."
"Sounds good. Call me if you need anything, okay?"
"Okay."
"Bye. Love you."
"Yup."
The doctor was on the Upper West Side, which was only a 5 minute subway ride away. Once I got there, I checked in and waited for about 5 minutes before being brought in. All sorts of tests were done. Apparently a hell of a lot of bugs were going around, and they wanted to be sure that they tested for every one of them. About 30 minutes later, the doctor came back in carrying a clipboard. He took his glasses off after examining everything.
"Well, Casey, you're perfectly fine." He said.
"Oh, that's good."
I almost said 'what the hell, then?' but I figured he'd explain.
"But I do have some news for you. It's quite exciting."
What kind of quite exciting news could a doctor have?
"Casey, you're pregnant."
