April 2018
The following week is full of avoidance, mostly me avoiding the fact I'm pregnant.
Instead of laying back at work and scheduling less meetings with clients I do the opposite. There's not a blank space in my schedule for the next three months. Along with work, I still have not told a single person about the baby. I have a girls weekend with Glenne, but I'm hoping she doesn't notice my sudden change of attitude and the fact I won't be consuming alcohol.
I did however schedule my first OB appointment for tomorrow to confirm or deny if there is a baby in me.
It's a step in the right direction.
It's progress
On the phone the doctor said that false positives rarely happen with over the counter tests nowadays, so there is barely a chance that I'm not pregnant.
I've had to give up my love for coffee and recently have been trying different teas that contain no caffeine. Hopefully I will find some middle ground in what I can and can't eat or drink.
The morning sickness is still giving me a run for my money. I have to yack every time I smell something unappetizing, eat something other than bland foods, or just when the insane nausea hits. I even have to keep a trashcan right next to me in the office for any unexpected waves where I don't have time to rush to the bathroom. I think my boss has started to notice because he keeps coming in telling me it's okay to take a sick day.
"Seriously Margot you can head home. You are already ahead on most of your contracts," he offers for the fourth time today.
"Fine," I reluctantly agree. I would much rather be in the comfort of my own home, but I rarely allow myself sick days and I won't start now.
I call Glenne on my walk home to confirm that I'm well enough to go on the trip this weekend.
"So we are on for the weekend right?" Glenne asks for the hundredth time. I roll my eyes even though she can't even see me.
"Yes, I seem to be getting over it but I might just not drink in case that will upset my stomach even more," I lie perfectly.
"Ok, I'll just have to drink twice as much for you."
"Perfect," I cheer. She tells me she's going to pick me up Friday at 3 after she gets off work. I make a mental note to ask the doctor tomorrow what medicine I can take to limit the morning sickness while I'm there. We end the phone call catching up, she is currently with Jefffrey and his family for a round of golf and dinner in Malibu.
My house is nice and quiet when I get home and I take the rest of the afternoon to relax. I amazon primed a book about pregnancy that was on my doorstep when I got home, so I flipped through the pages reading various things about things I should probably know while in a warm bath. I order dinner from Sweetgreen and eat my salad on the porch. The spring weather feels amazing and it gives me time to think.
Up until now, laying in bed, trying to sleep, I have been able to forget about my appointment tomorrow, but now laying here in silence I have too many thoughts running through my head.
Will everything be ok with the baby?
What if there is no heartbeat?
What if I lose it?
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I wake up and scramble to get ready for the day. Not falling asleep at a reasonable hour caused me to sleep in much longer than I should have, so now I may be late to my very first appointment.
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Lovely
Fanfiction"We seem to know far too much about how love starts, and recklessly little about how it might continue." -Alain de Bottom In which a girl falls in love with the world and a boy with the most beautiful smile and she finally feels complete.
