Life Of A Single Mom

Chapter 11

My first doctor’s appointment was slowly creeping up, and honestly, my nerves were everywhere.
Meanwhile, Will checked on me and the kids every single day. Making sure I ate, asking if I needed anything, fussing at me when I skipped meals — he stayed consistent through it all. And as much as I hated admitting it, having somebody there during a difficult pregnancy made things a little easier.
Because baby…
this pregnancy was beating my ass.
Morning sickness all day instead of just mornings. Barely sleeping. Body weak. No energy. Everything smelled nasty. Everything made me emotional.
I was miserable.
Two days before my appointment, I still hadn’t heard anything else from John, but honestly, I wasn’t surprised. One thing about him — whenever another woman had his attention, I became invisible.
Still, I texted him the appointment information anyway so he couldn’t come back later saying I kept him out the loop.
The night before the appointment, Will came over so we could ride together since it was an early morning visit. When I woke up the next day, breakfast was already made. My clothes were laid out neatly. Prenatal vitamins sat beside a glass of orange juice waiting on me.
And for a second…
it almost felt like old times again.
Will had his ways of being sweet when he wanted to be.
But deep down, both of us already knew the truth:
what we once had was gone.
There was too much hurt between us to ever fully go back. At that point, we were trying to figure out how to coexist and prepare for a baby, not rebuild a relationship.
Most of our conversations had turned into small talk anyway.
Still, I appreciated the effort.
Will drove us to the appointment because every morning without fail, my body betrayed me. Soon as I tried eating breakfast, I threw everything right back up.
By the time we got to the office, both of us were anxious.
Well… mostly me.
Will, on the other hand, was excited like a little kid. Since this would’ve been his first biological child, he had questions for everybody in sight.
“What can she eat?” “What can’t she drink?” “What happens if something goes wrong?” “Who do we call?” “Are you gonna be our doctor the whole pregnancy?”
The questions just kept coming.
And honestly, it was both cute and annoying at the same time because I was sick, tired, and ready to leave already.
Eventually they called us back for the ultrasound.
The room instantly got quiet.
There’s just something about hearing your baby’s heartbeat for the first time that changes everything. Suddenly all the fear, confusion, and stress pause for a second, and all you can think is:
That’s my baby.
They told me I was coming up two months pregnant, and my due date was February 27.
Crazy enough…
that was Will’s dad’s birthday.
The moment his family found out, they were overjoyed. And truthfully, having that support meant more to me than they probably realized. Especially because this pregnancy had me sick nonstop.
No matter how much me and Will bumped heads over the years, his family never treated me like an outsider. They loved my kids, checked on me constantly, and embraced me like I belonged there regardless of the drama between me and him.
And for that?
They would always have my respect.