Chapter 5

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April 14

Today I'm officially two months pregnant. I've been exhausted and nauseous, I've had weird mood swings, my boobs are sensitive and bigger than usual, so yeah, I've had it all. And I've been scared and insecure about this, but for now I'm also good about that. I'm also happy to be on a flight back to Chicago right now. We're meeting with Emma, our (or mine, how do you say that?) ob-gyn. I think I'm doing good with arranging everything so far, I'm not drinking and smoking, I'm eating healthy and I've even talked to Bobby about work. Yeah, so far things are going great. I'm happy.

'Tay!' Gaga yells, and Taylor turns around. 'Stefani!' He exclaims, and he runs towards her and tightly hugs her. 'You've only been gone for two weeks, but I missed you so much,' he whispers in her ear, and she smiles. She strokes his cheeks and pulls his face closer to her. She pushes her lips against his while he presses her still small body against his bigger one. Gaga smiles a little and then Taylor breaks off the kiss. 'We gotta go if we want to get at the hospital in time.' He takes her hand and she walks with him. 'Is it seriously already that late though?' She frowns and tries to figure it out, but different time zones are never going quite right in her mind.

'It's good to meet you,' Emma smiles at the couple in front of her. Gaga smiles back while she quickly observes her. Emma looks like she's in her late thirties, with green eyes, long blonde hair and a round face. 'So how is everything going so far?' She asks and Gaga shrugs a little. 'I'm good, I guess,' she says, a little unsure. 'You look good,' Emma smiles, 'but tell me about how and what you feel and have felt the past weeks.' Gaga nods, and then just starts talking. Every little thing comes out in the stream of words and in the end she feels strangely empty.

After more talking and also bringing up past health issues, Emma does a physical exam on Gaga. 'You have a strong and healthy body, Stefani.' She smiles and Gaga nods. 'Won't it damage anything that I'm on tour? It's not a very heavy one, but still.' She frowns and Emma looks at her. 'No, that's alright. I watched a few videos of your tour, because I expected this question, and it looks alright.' Emma sees how happy her answer Gaga makes and she smiles. 'Okay, next appointment we'll do the first ultrasound, that will be in about four weeks. Do you have any date that you prefer?' Emma watches Gaga taking out her phone and quickly going through her agenda. 'May 16th of 17th?' She asks, her green-brown eyes looking back at Emma. '16th, I usually plan as least as possible on Sundays,' Emma grins, and after that they say goodbye and Gaga and Taylor leave again.

April 19

I'm back home and I already miss Tay so much. I'm meeting with Bobby today to make definite plans for the next year. We roughly agreed on stuff already, so I'm not that nervous. I'm not actually nervous about anything anymore. I'm so happy with finally starting a family. I just need to figure out how to balance my career and being a mother, but it will be fine. I'll figure stuff out, with Tay and everyone else around me. I'm so excited for the next visit to Emma; she will do the very first ultrasound, how weird! I read that you can hear a heartbeat from about 10 weeks, and by then I will be 13, so we'll almost certainly hear something and I am already looking forward to that!

May 6

I will be glad when all of this fucking puking will be over. First month was so good, it's only been getting worse since then. But I'm not complaining. Well I actually am, but I'm not really mad or anything about it. It's something you get with pregnancies. I went to the Met Gala last night, such a great night! I'm exhausted now though, I used to be able to party a whole night, but this whole pregnancy thing is doing something to my body. Luckily no work the next few days, I'm in Malibu now, with T. So relaxing and so happy to spend some time with him, just the two of us. We'll go back to NY in a few days and then to Chicago. Honestly I don't care as long as I'm with him.

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