I clear my throat. “Good Morning.”
“What brings you in today, Ms. Belo?”
“I think I may be pregnant.”
“Did you take a pregnancy test?”
“Well, no. I prefer a blood test, just to be one hundred percent positive.”
“Sure, but a urine test can be done too if you’d like. The choice is yours.”
“I’d rather not panic until absolutely necessary.” I laugh nervously.
“Trust me, I understand your trepidation. Just having a blood test done is fine,” she assures me. “What are your symptoms?”
“Nausea and my breasts are sensitive.”
“When did this start?”
“About a week ago.”
“Have you been feeling fatigued?”
“Not really.”
“What about morning sickness?”
“Nope. Do you think I’m being overdramatic?”
“No, making an appointment was a smart move on your part so we can get to the bottom of the sudden changes you’re experiencing.”
“I read that only three in one thousand women will get pregnant while on the birth control shot.”
“That’s true. The failure rate is less than one percent.”
“Aren’t I lucky,” I say sarcastically.
“You have options—”
“I’m keeping my baby, if there is one.”
“Good. I should have the results in two to three business days.”
“Tomorrow is Friday, so I won’t know until Wednesday at the latest? That’s a long wait.” I’m going to go bonkers.
“I’ll put a rush on the order so it’s back by tomorrow, and I’ll personally give you a call once the results are in.”
I’m so happy Art recommended Dr. Gates. She’s professional, super nice, and attentive.
“Thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome.”
“How did you and Art meet?” I ask.
Her demeanor changes, and she looks uneasy. “Through mutual acquaintances.”
That’s weird. Her lack of a detailed response and her tone brooked no further conversation on the topic. Did my question upset her? If so, I wonder why? They couldn’t have dated. She’s almost old enough to be his grandmother, so why the abrupt change over a simple inquiry?
