This is so screwed up. Why would he say something like that?You can cook for me anytime?He’s made it clear that he wants nothing to do with this baby. I don’t get it, and I don’t like it.
Me:Good to know. Night.
Yes. I know it’s only seven in the evening, but that’s the nicest hint I can think to give him that I want this message chain to stop.
Nate: Right. You need your rest. Goodnight.
It’s like he had to rationalize the fact I was going to bed that early.
I stare at my phone for a few minutes waiting, or maybe I’m hoping, to see if he writes again. But he doesn’t.
Which is good.
Really good.
No need to get used to whoever this version of Nate Black is. The nice one.
* * *
“What do you mean,more bed rest?”
I’m at my obstetrician’s office for a follow up after my ER visit. I’ve spent the last three days doing exactly what I was told, lying on my ass. And I’m tired of it.
“We don’t like that you’re still spotting.”
We? Who is we?
I guess I’m we.
“Should I be worried?” Dr. Martin didn’t seem to be concerned about it. Well, let me rephrase that, she didn’t seem that concerned. But I suppose that’s her job—to keep people like me calm.
“I don’t think there’s cause to be alarmed just yet but due to your age and the fact that this is considered a high-risk pregnancy, you need to take extra precautions.”
Okay, they told me when I went in for my first checkup that mine was a high-risk pregnancy. Those words scared me––until I researched it a little. My age coupled with my weight is what designates me as such, but they told me not to worry.
Until now. Now, I guess I should be worried.
“But my job…” Will be fine. I never take time off and I’ve worked for Robin for years. But Bloom’s isn’t the kind of business that can just pay me to sit on my butt all day.
“Stop worrying about the store. We’ve got it handled. You need to do what the doc says, Maggy.”
Robin’s here, of course. Why wouldn’t she be? She has insisted on coming to all my appointments, and since she’s got the only wheels in our relationship…. Truthfully, it’s nice to have her here.
But…
“I’ve been preparing for this since you went to emergency, and I’ve got some things you can do for me from home.”
Oh,right.“Like what?” I say skeptically.
“I need to get into social media. I’ve been avoiding doing that kind of marketing because it scares me.”
And I’ve been talking to her about that for ages.
“Plus, I need to finish my website.”
She’s right. She’s got a bare-bones site that lists the shop’s address, her email address, and a phone number, but you can’t order anything from it.
“If you could work on that while you’re resting, that would be perfect.”
