Never Letting Go

Counting Down

Only to one month to go and I feel like a whale. I don’t remember Nadia being this big when she had Emma but then again I was 14 and a lot of things can slip a girls mind at that age.

Tess is getting frustrated with me; I won’t sit down and take it easy even though the doctors believe I have no reason to. “Darci, your appointment is in a hour and Kyle is stuck at work so I’m taking you now.” Tess yells to me from the kitchen.

I waddle to my room, no joke, just like a duck. I grab my bag and throw it over my shoulder and make my back to the kitchen and sit at the table. “Hun please don’t take this the wrong way but you are massive, I was that big Blake, maybe it’s a boy?.” She says quietly. I shrug my shoulders, “Maybe I’ve just eaten a lot more that you did. My cravings of peanut butter and gherkins must be pretty fattening.”

Tess grabs her keys of the bench and we head out to the car. “So this appointment is a final check-up before you give birth?” I nod, “And you’re due on?”

“February 12th, one month to go.” I smile.

We pull into the car park of the hospital and I get out and wander into up to the front desk. “Darci! How is it? I’ll be with you in a minute, just got to grab the machine.” Kelly beams with her usual excitement.

After a few minutes Kelly comes to get me and takes me into the usual room, sanitary white with grey blue flooring with the single window covered with the white dust free blinds. “Right, you know the drill.” I get up on the table and put my let arm behind my head. “I haven’t seen you since you first found out you were pregnant, I assume all is well?” she makes simple conversation while putting the ice cold gel on my stomach.

“Yeah, I came again at three months and they didn’t bother with an ultrasound since I didn’t want to know the gender.” I reply.

Kelly skips around the other side of the bed and starts talking about a woman who came in thinking she was a single pregnancy but ended up having 5 kids. “I don’t care how many kids I have in one go but I’m 17 and would rather just have one.

“That’s good because that’s all you’re having. Can I tell you what you’re having? You’ll be so excited!” she beams, moving back around to the other side to get a better angle.

“I’ll be happy with whatever I have, boy or girl.” Trying to let her down carefully.

I leave the hospital with a slightly disappointed Kelly. Hey Darci, coming home in an hour. Wear something nice because I’m taking you out for dinner. Most girls would adore a guy who would take them out when they are heavily pregnant but I hate fancy clothing. I scowl at my phone and then sigh, guess I should find something to put on.