INSTA-Daddy

20

"Thank you so much Dr. Gillan," I shook hands with the mid-30 year old man in long white doctor robe in front of me. He had glasses with thick lenses that made his eyes looked as if they were going to pop out. Tom went out for a smoke.

I have been visiting him for about three times now ever since my mother told me to. He wasn't exactly a stranger to me since he, according to my mother, was her Ob-gyne as well.

When I first came here, I was with Tom, and he saw me, he looked ecstatic.

'Baby Cortez!," He greeted. I felt shy hearing that back then considering the fact that it was my first time coming here, minus the times my mother visited here when she was carrying me inside her belly or my infant days.

I can't even remember the last time I've been here. But he sure does remember me well.

Anyways, my first concern was my stomach aches. Why am I having these types of pains and how to cure it. I suddenly developed the phobia of dying. I told him that part too.

He just laughed. Not an insulting laugh but it was a laughter that kept me calm and had a slight hope.

"You are not dying Cortez. What you are experiencing is normal. In rare occasions," he said.

Apparently, there are some who experience cramp like pregnancy during the early stages. Considering the fact of being around 11 weeks pregnant, he said that the reason for this is because of the changes and stretches that my stomach muscles are going through due to the developing baby inside me.

He also mentioned something about ligaments but I kinda missed that part after Tom interrupted our talk to smoke outside.

The important thing is, I am not going to die. And so is the baby. That's more than a great news.

He prescribed me some vitamin supplements and advised me the same advice that Wes once told me. Dr. Gillan also warned me not to take too much pain relievers for it may have some negative effect on the baby's development. I took note of everything, and followed all his instructions.

The first visit, Tom was with me. Okay, he was forced to come with me. The second time, still on a Saturday, he wasn't. And the third time, he didn't so I had called Liz to accompany me.

Today was my fourth visit and luckily, Tom was kind enough to drive me here with his motorcycle and tag along. Although, I couldn't see any mark of enthusiasm in his face.

Whenever we come to visit Dr. Gillan, he was always so quiet. I noticed that his face kept on looking around everytime we enter the clinic, as if securing that the surrounding is clear from possible witnesses that might catch us coming here.

Today, he was wearing sunglasses and a black bonnet with a pair of fangs printed on it.

"Would you relax? Noone is going to see us," I told him when we arrived this morning but we ended up arguing which only ended after arriving at Dr. Gillan's office.

After having another check up session with the doctor, I bid him farewell and reached for the door.

As I was about to close the door from behind, I almost flinched when I heard my name being called out.

"Hey!" It was Margie, the Student Council president.

Oh no.

She ran towards me with her hand waving and a wide excited grin. I tried to turn around but it was too late. A bit further from behind her I glimpsed at Tom who was about to return from his cigarette date. When he noticed someone was in front of me, he immediately turned to the other direction, dragging his bonnet downwards to cover half of his eyes. I didnt think it was necessary with the shades already covering his eyes.