I pull into a parking space three feet from the door of the doctor's clinic. I lock the car after I began a slow, almost zombie-like walk towards the glass reflecting my worried and anxious look back at me. I almost decide to turn back, but hope for the best of me. I placed a hand over my stomach lovingly. I already love this child. So what if his or her father was a horrible alcoholic? I can raise this child all on my own. I'll get a job if I have to. I walk into the clinic and signed in.
"You're awfully young miss." One of the older nurses says gazing down at me. I glared up at her from my 5 foot stance.
"Yeah? What's it to you? So what if I'm pregnant at Eighteen? At least I'm about to graduate high school and then go to college." I snap harshly before spinning on my heel and stomping towards a chair to wait for my name to be called.
The minutes seemed to drag by so slowly as I waited. Then, finally, a nurse called my name for me to follow her. I follow the tall nurse in purple scrubs down the plain halls where the oak doors are all closed but one. "Okay Ms. Pierce, Dr. Michael Grayson will be with you soon." She says as she starts up the system to do ultrasounds. She takes my blood pressure and weight before asking me to sit on the bed. I look down at my fingers playing thoughtlessly with them.
Shortly after the nurse left, a soft knock sounds on the door and in enters a tall man who looks to be not much older than myself, but has enough degrees to be my grandfather. "Hello, I am Dr. Michael Grayson. I will be your primary obgyn. What is it that you need me to do today?" He asks pushing his glasses that look utterly fake further onto the bridge of his perfect nose. Everything about him seems perfect, almost a little too perfect. Not a single greying hair in sight among his luscious black locks.
"I just want to confirm that I'm pregnant and to see exactly how far along I am." I say softly unable to meet his icy blue gaze.
"Alright, lay back and lift your shirt to just below your breasts as well as unbutton your jeans and move them down slightly. Another nurse will be in here soon, so that you don't have to worry about any awkwardness." He says kindly handing me a paper sheet to cover with to feel more modest before he leaves me to do as I'm told.
"Hi, Korinna. How are you today?" The nurse asks as she steps through the small crack in the door. I smile weakly. "So, this gel is going to be pretty cold just so you can be a little prepared." She reaches for a tube of what looks to be aloe vera. She squirts a substantial amount onto my stomach. I tense instantly. Despite her warning, the cold is a shock to my system. She turns the screen towards me with a frown. "How far along did you say you thought you were?" She asks still moving the wand over where I assume my uterus is.
"Umm, two weeks? Maybe a month?" I say more as a question than a direct answer.
"Hmm, seems as though you're more of three months along." She says pointing to the shape on the monitor.
"You've got to be kidding me. . . ." I croak through my dry throat. I look at my stomach numbly. 'How can I already be 16 weeks pregnant when I'd only lost my virginity a month ago?' I ask myself. I look at the monitor again and sigh. "Thank you." I tell the nurse as she hands me a paper to wipe off my stomach.
"Dr. Michael would like to see you next month, April 4th, at 4:15 P.M." the nurse says writing it down on an appointment card. I nod still befuddled by my situation. I wipe off the jelly stuff and rebutton my dark wash, slim fit jeans and pull my dark blue short sleeved shirt over my stomach. "Have a good day." She says as I pay the first visit fee on my way out the door.
