Can you read my love language?
-Queen Naija
Tamera, a cocky and rich girl, has everything she could possibly want. A house, a car, a dog, you know living the American dream as some would say, so why does she feel like something or someone is missin...
"How are you Ms Gordon?" Doctor Hassan asked as he came through. He washed his hands, then put on gloves, sitting down on the no arm rolling chair.
"I'm fine,"
"Shall we get started?" He asked, standing.
"Of course," She nodded and he turned off the lights.
"Can you lay back for me and you know the drill. The gel will be cold and I need you to lift up your shirt," He said and she nodded, doing as told.
Once she did, Doctor Hassan had put the gel on her belly, then took the monitor, and began to move it around.
"Okay there's your baby. You are four weeks pregnant, hitting 5 in two days which is enough for us to see the baby a little more." Doctor Hassan said and she nodded.
"Obviously you are only in the first trimester. In this trimester your baby will begin to form a brain, a spinal cord, and other basic organs, but the fetus already has formed their heart, because we can hear it loud and clear." He said and she smiled. "Also the legs and arms will come, then by the end of eight weeks, it'll be the fingers and toes." He informed her.
"Okay,"
"Do you have any questions about anything? Or have you had any suicidal thoughts or anything of that sort?"
"No sir," Alex shook her head in a 'no' motion.
"Good. Well after I go down the list of 'don'ts' and 'dos', I'll get you copies of the ultrasound, and I'll prescribe your prenatal pills." Doctor Hassan wrote on his clipboard.
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