The Long, Hot Summer [RETIRED]

Chapter 7

True to her word, after our doctor's appointment, Bey took me to get food, but due to my crazy cravings, we had to make multiple stops. I wanted wings from Wing Stop, fries and a frozen lemonade from Chick-fil-a, and a stuffed crust pizza from Pizza Hut. In my defense, the baby wanted all of that, not me. But Bey wasn't complaining at all, actually she was more than eager to get me all of that, because the doctor told me that I was underweight and that I needed to put on a few pounds to help accommodate the baby's development.

When the appointment started and the nurse asked me if the father of the baby would be joining us anytime soon, Bey boldly informed her that she was the father with the goofiest proud look on her face. The nurse looked at her like she was crazy, but Bey maintained her same facial expression to show that she was indeed serious. After that she said nothing else, she just continued getting my vitals and other information ready for the doctor. I gave Bey a look but all she did was wiggle her eyebrows at me and refocused her attention on rubbing my stomach. She hadn't stopped doing that since we got in the car to got to the appointment. In fact, since this morning she had become increasingly clingy, like she couldn't be apart from me for more than five minutes. She claims she's only making up for lost time.

Once the doctor arrived she became like a sponge, soaking up every word she said, taking mental notes and anything the doctor said that confused her she would ask for clarification. I almost felt uninformed cause she was asking her questions I didn't even think to ask, and for a moment I was beginning to wonder if I was as ready for this as I thought, but then I remembered that I was the one carrying the baby and she needed to be asking the questions. I considered myself lucky to be having a baby with someone who was 100% all in and was so involved instead of someone who only wanted to be involved for the important things or not involved at all. Thankfully Bey wasn't like that at all, she was actually borderline obsessed. She was happier about being a mother than a graduating senior in high school, and that says a lot.

When the doctor put the jelly on my stomach and did the sonogram allowing Bey to see and hear the baby's heartbeat she burst into tears, I mean she was worse than me. She was so happy you couldn't even smack the smile off of her face. It was still too early to determine the sex of the baby, but it didn't matter to Bey because she was absolutely convinced the baby was a boy and that there was no changing her mind, so I just accepted it, because this wasn't something to be divided about in my mind. By now Little One has all ten fingers and toes and he's begun to grow hair, but he was still really small, but he was much bigger than he was the first time I saw him. It was still such a surreal experience to see him on the ultrasound, but every time I did I got so happy, because I was really about to be somebody's mama, and honestly...

I couldn't wait.

After we finished we made another appointment for the next month and got copies of the ultrasound, which made Bey so happy. She even kept my copy, because she wanted to frame it, and she would keep her copy to carry around with her everywhere she went. Once we left the doctor's office we stopped by CVS to get some more prenatal vitamins and then we got food before heaading back to Bey's house. It was long after I was supposed to be finished with school for the day, but I also wasn't worried because Bey used her hookup to get us excused so I wasn't worried about that, but I was worried about the aftermath with Onika. I looked over at Bey as she happily drove down the busy afternoon traffic, singing softly to herself while rubbing my stomach with her free hand. I swear it seemed like her hand was drawn to my stomach like a magnet, I was convinced my stomach was warmer than any other part of my body the way she was rubbing it, but I knew she was fascinated by how hard my stomach had gotten. I was the same way when it first happened, it took me completely by surprise.

I swear, each month of pregnancy is like an eye opener of an experience. It's wild.

One thing in particular that I couldn't help but to notice throughout the day was how Bey's phone was persistently going off. At first Bey had her sound on so it was a low frequent ping that kept going off, but after a while Bey put her phone on vibrate so it wouldn't disturb us during our appointment, but since we've left all I've been able to hear was like a steady, consistent buzz, and I knew it could only be one or three people.