What’s a matter? Cat got your tongue?

Yesterday was my first day back at school; we had in-service. My friend, Sally, our church pianist, is the music teacher at our school, and yesterday, she asked me if I was going by the church after work. I told her I couldn’t because I had a doctor’s appointment. (to confirm that there is a living being growing somewhere inside me, but I didn’t tell her that part) I left it at that and headed to the doctor after work. When Geron picked me up, I was feeling a bit nauseous, not the puking kind, just nauseous. He wanted to take my picture before I went in the office, and those of you who know me know that I don’t like to have my picture made. I’m not photogenic and I know it. Well, I let him take one and then we went into the office. Pregnant women everywhere!! I was feeling pretty weird and excited at the same time. I think it still wasn’t real to me that I could be pregnant. And I was worried, too, that there still might be the tiny possibility that I wasn’t pregnant and then I would be really disappointed. So, after what felt like an hour, the nurse called “Mrs.Brown?” and I followed her back into the hallway full of offices and other gyno rooms. She asked “What are you here for today?”, the typical question, and I answered “a pregnancy test.” “Have you taken a urine test already?” “Yes,” I responded, still feeling overwhelmed at the whole thing and thinking “don’t ask me to pee, don’t ask me to pee, don’t ask me to pee.” “Well, would you like to do another urine test or a blood test?” “BLOOD TEST…
(and being the person that shares too much information) I don’t think I could pee right now.” So, she sat me down, took the blood and told me it would be about a twenty minute wait if I wanted the results then. I said I’d wait. Somehow twenty minutes felt like twenty hours. And the whole time I was still thinking how humiliating it would be if she came out and told me that I wasn’t going to be a mommy in nine months. I debated whether or not to look at the pregnancy magazines they had in the hallway while I waited. I flipped through Good Housekeeping and finally decided I’d go for it. When twenty minutes were up I had a treasure of websites about baby nurseries, maternity dresses for special occasions(my sister’s wedding is in May) and found out that YES, I AM GOING TO BE A MOMMY! YEA!

So, at school today, Sally, my friend I mentioned above asked “What doctor did you go to?” (WHAT?!!?! How does she know I went to the doctor?) “Yesterday, you couldn’t stop by the church because you went to the doctor?” “Oh, yeah” I responded. “I had a doctor’s appointment and then, Geron and I showed his parents the house and then, we had dinner at Lillie May’s”. (thinking all of this would take her mind off the doctor.) ”So, what doctor did you go to?”she asked again. “The gyno” I said, very bluntly and casually. “OH, I just wanted to make sure nothing was wrong.”she answered. PHEW!!
Sally, I’ll tell you why in February.