The tingly nipples and porn star double D's showed up after the failure of my "red army" to invade and made me wonder. A couple of weeks of throwing up and being sick as a dog fueled the flame of my suspicion. The plus sign on that precious little pee stick closed the deal for me. I was so excited that I quite literally began to squeal and do what I like to refer to as my "happy dance." After years of thinking about it, and wondering what it would be like and feel like, it was suddenly my turn to find out. My turn to have a baby!
It had happened the night before David had to go to sea. I wanted him to think about me on all those long lonely nights, I wanted to send my sailor off to that Carrier properly. We lay in bed for hours until the alarm next to our bed went off and signaled the beginning of my heartache. As he drove away I let the tear roll down my face, I am not really sure why but it felt like the right thing to do, seemed poetic or something. I am really not sure. That night was like hell without him. I tossed and turned all night and could think of nothing but him. I broke down and cried, something I had not done since my dog died when I was twelve. I was honestly on the verge of a panic attack thinking about how lonely I was laying in our bed. Weeping like a child seemed to calm me down, or maybe it was the picture in my head of what an idiot I look like when I cry. Either way I calmed myself and checked my phone for texts from David to see if he had made it alright. I feel asleep with my phone in hand that night.
Dr. Bellows was taking forever to get into my examining room. I twisted my long red ponytail around my finger again and again impatiently, I hated the doctors office more than just about anything and I had already been sitting in one for nearly an hour. I was fiddling with my short red nails when the Dr. finally came in, the older woman smiled up at me. "Good Morning Mrs. Bertuzzi, chart says you are newly pregnant...congratulations! Now let's have a look..."
The rest of the appointment went by quickly, thank goodness, and I was on my way home. Having confirmed it with Dr. Bellows that I was indeed pregnant my next step was to make it home safely...and think of baby names at the same time. As I walked to my Mustang in the parking lot I wondered sadly if I could fit a baby seat in the backseat. I already knew the answer. I gave my pretty orange car a little pat as I got inside, "I know, I know Mustangs aren't family cars." I flipped the car key and felt a rush as the engine roared to life with muscled power and the cd player blared my Rockabilly music. "Damn mini-vans." I muttered as I slammed the orange door closed and put on my aviators.
