The doctor puts his hand on my arm and said gently, "You or your baby will survive. Not both. I'm sorry." I felt the world spinning, nothing would stay still. Even as I saw the floor rushing up to meet my face, I did nothing to stop it and felt myself hit the cold hospital floor. When I awoke I was lying in a bed. It was a different bed from the one I'd spent most of the first 2 months in. It was nicer, there were potted plants on the window sill and dull pink curtains hung in the window. I had a lovely view of the parking lot. "Well Mrs Jonas, I'm here for your morning check up." Dr Yale came into the room holding a clip board. I'm not going to lie, he was an extremely good-looking doctor. I let the doctor slowly move his hands along my chest and lower back, making sure everything was fine (of course I imagined he was touching me for a different reason instead of a simple medical procedure). We'd been though the procedure so many times in the last 2 months it almost didn't register in my mind. Soon after Dr Yale had left, my favorite little boy in the world burst into the room. "Mommy!" Michael ran and jumped onto the bed, climbing over my legs to snuggle close to me. "Careful, Mikey," my husband warned from the doorway. "Hi Beth." "Hi Garrett." Garrett and I had been separated for about a year. Usually I had custody of Michael while Garrett got him on the weekends but with me in the hospital my son had been with him for the entire time. And, although it pains me, Michael seems to be enjoying it quite a bit. So you may be wondering where the sperm came from for my current pregnancy. Let's just say Garrett showed up a little drunk several months ago and I was very very desperate. Trust me, neither of us are happy about it. "Well, have you decided?" Stephen asks. He knew already? Geez news gets around fast. "No." I had 7 months before the baby came. 7 months to decide.
