Promise Her by Johnston Andrea

Author:Johnston, Andrea
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Andrea Johnston
Published: 2019-04-27T16:00:00+00:00

Sitting in the obstetrician’s office, I try to ignore the couples sitting around the room. Women are in various stages of their pregnancies with their significant others sitting with them, hands resting on arms, legs, and bellies. Partners. There are few women alone like me but none with the obvious final trimester stomach like me. Instead of wallowing in the thoughts of fear and loneliness that have hit me like a ton of bricks over the last few days, I focus on the excitement of hearing my son’s heartbeat and seeing his precious face on the screen.

The realization that it won’t be long until I’m holding him in my arms fills my heart with both excitement and fear. Becoming a parent is scary business but something I plan to excel at. The man of the hour is currently doing some sort of calisthenics in my stomach, the flutters making me squirm in my seat.

I read a lot of books on pregnancy and the various stages of movement but nothing prepares you for the real thing. It’s weird as hell. And awesome. But, mostly weird. Last night I saw a handprint from the inside out and turned the lights off to avoid seeing it again. I don’t need that visual in my head before I fall asleep.

In many ways it felt like this part of my pregnancy would never arrive while in others, it flew by so quickly. I suppose that’s part of life. When you dreamed and wished for something and receive it, time speeds by, and you feel like you’ve almost missed it all. That’s where I am. Looking in the mirror this morning, it was difficult to remember a time I didn’t have these boobs and this massive belly.

“Scarlett.”

The sound of my name from the far side of the room grabs my attention. Rising from the chair, I walk toward the smiling nurse holding a small tablet. I know the routine well: weight then blood pressure before I change into my little gown, a term they should really retire since there’s nothing about the scrap of fabric they give you that remotely resembles a gown.

Once I confirmed I gained a few pounds since my last visit and my blood pressure is only slightly elevated, but nothing compared to what it was a few months ago, I slip out of my dress and replace it with the gown before sitting on the paper sheet atop the table. As I wait for the doctor to enter, I play a little on my phone and scroll through my social media. Photos of my friends fill my feed along with some random advertisements for yarn. I’m not sure I’ll ever officially make a blanket or garment my son will be able to wear, but the need to click on the ads and choose some new material is almost desperate.

Two rapid knocks on the door are my warning before Dr. Green enters the room. His demeanor is fatherly and always tugs a little at my heart.

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