Lost

Three

Two more weeks has passed since finding out her heartbreaking predicament. Nothing much has changed expect that the morning sickness was deemed more barely now that she was taking the medication prescribed.

Voight still was hardly ever home, spending most nights at the District due to the load of cases he has in his hands. All of which Erin didn't complain since that meant he wouldn't be pestering her too much whenever she gets sick.

Now that the exams were exactly three months away, twelve weeks later, everything seemed to be even more nerve-wracking than before. Plus being eight weeks pregnant and not exactly knowing what to do with the baby or her future, it was stress her body couldn't take. And she was sure her cortisol levels were through the roof.

Right now, she sat impatiently at the waiting area of the OB clinic alongside with a dozen other pregnant women and their husbands.
Today was her very first checkup and she hadn't got a clue on what to expect. Her nerves were driving her over the edge especially when watching the women, who looked as though they were about to pop, waddle their way in and out of the clinic. She could have never imagine herself in such shape. Never. Bunny had scared her for life.

When is she going to call my name!

The wait for her name being called was a hundred times more stressful than all the situational stress exercises she had to take this afternoon at the Academy. That was why, she looked like a mess. Her hair was tied into a really unflattering bun, her shirt was stained with sweat and she blushed in embarrassment. All the women looked prim and proper while she was unkempt. She can only hope the odour that was lingering in the air was coming from elsewhere.

Coming straight from the Academy, she hadn't got time to change or even take a shower or else she would've had to reschedule for another appointment, for a month later. It was time she didn't have. She needed to get this done and over with. And discuss with the doctor about her options.

She hasn't told anyone yet. Not that it really mattered anyway since she had other plans in dealing with the baby. She hadn't got much of a choice, it was getting in the way of her future.

"I'm guessing this is your first appointment, am I right?"

Erin looked to her right, stopping her legs from fidgeting as a petite woman who looked to be in her mid 30's smiled at her.
She chuckled in response. "Yea. That obvious?"

"Don't worry too much. I promise it gets better. Trust me." she looked down at her belly, gently rubbing circles, "On my first visit, I was a nervous wreck. Couldn't stop crying the entire week leading up to the appointment. My husband had to make a lot of late night ice cream purchases just so I'd stop crying. I still do not know if it was the hormones or if I was actually really nervous."

They both laughed and the woman tucked a few strands of her golden brown hair behind her ears. At that moment, Erin realised that she resembled somewhat oddly like her. It looked as though she was looking at a mirror. But this time, the mirror was reflecting an imagine of a woman older and much more beautiful than her.

"How far along are you?" her raspy voice croaked.

Erin stared at her dark green eyes, a shade that too was similar to hers. A beauty mark nestled on the expanse of her right cheek, she was literally glowing. Erin was never a firm believer of the 'pregnancy glow' as she, herself, definitely wasn't glowing. But the woman beside her was like an angel sent from the heavens above.

"Ahh...I'm eight weeks. You?"

She smiled, the slight indentation on her cheeks made her look timeless, and she placed her hand over the top of her plump stomach again. It was clear that this women was very happy with her pregnancy, something Erin was definitely not accustomed to. She didn't want to think about the fact that there was another human growing inside of her, let alone give birth to it.