I looked around the waiting room playing a game in my mind to pass the time away. The game is one I play to pass the time away when I'm waiting. There is a couple sitting directly across from me holding hands. They are probably in their mid-30's. They aren't talking but with the looks they are giving each other you just know they are the kind of couple who can talk to each other without having to say any words. They know what each other is thinking by the look in their eyes. It's sweet but kind of annoying at the same time. I look to the left of the couple and a young woman in her early 20's is sitting there with her hands resting on her belly. I would say she is probably about 7 months along. Seeing her made my heart start racing and no not because I find pregnant women hot. It's just that in that moment the reason I'm sitting her waiting hit me like a ton of bricks. Today is the day I will hopefully leave the doctor's office pregnant.
I start to feel hot and think I might have a panic attack. Fortunately, I don't have time for it spread into a full on panic attack because the nurse has just called my name. I get up and walk to the door smiling at the nurse as she leads me to a room and tells me to get undressed and put on one of those paper gowns. I hate those paper gowns and why in hell is it always so cold in the doctor's office. I wait for what seems like forever but was only about 15 minutes. The doctor has me lay back and put my feet in the stirrups. He does something that is a bit uncomfortable for a few minutes and then he tells me to lay there and that he will be back in few minutes. I laid there wondering if the procedure took. Did one of those millions of sperms find its way to my egg? Am I pregnant right now? I don't feel any different. The doctor finally comes back and tells me I can get dressed. He tells me I can take a home pregnancy test in 2 weeks and he stresses not to do it before then. He said to make an appointment in two week for a follow check up.
I got dressed and as I walked out into the reception area I wondered if I looked different. I could swear everyone was staring at me but it's probably just my imagination. I walked up to the receptionist to make my 2 week appointment. "I need to make a 2 week follow-up appointment." When I said those words it was weird because in my mind it sounded like stereo. That's when I looked to the right of me and their standing was a beautiful, blonde haired woman. I found myself looking into piercing blue eyes.
She smiled at me briefly before speaking. "I'm so sorry I didn't look to see if someone else was standing here. I just am so excited and I blurted out about needing to make an appointment. Odd how we both said the same exact thing at the same exact time. I think that means we owe each other a beer, or I owe you a beer, or you owe me a beer. Oh, I guess I should say something healthy like orange juice and not beer since we are both at the baby doctor's office. Well, I'm going to stop rambling now and let you make your appointment. I'm sorry it's just that today has been kind of exciting and nerve wracking at the same time. I'm definitely going to shut up now."
I couldn't help but smile and laugh at the woman's ramblings. "No you go ahead. I can wait."
"Oh, ok thanks." The blonde woman turns her attention back to the receptionist who was looking kind of annoyed at the blonde. "I need to make an appointment for my 2 week follow-up."
The receptionist typed some information into the computer. "Miss Pierce, your appointment is two weeks from today on Wednesday at 1 PM." The receptionist handed Miss Pierce a card with the appointment information on it.
The receptionist spoke up again "Miss Lopez, your appointment is two weeks from today on Wednesday at 1:30 PM." She handed me a card with the appointment information on it.
"So I guess we might run into each other in two weeks. By the way my name is Brittany." Brittany put her hand out.
"I'm Santana." I shook Brittany's out reached hand.
The receptionist cleared her throat to get our attention. When we looked up we noticed there were a couple of patients waiting in line behind them. We walked out of the office together and to the parking lot. We didn't say anything to each other. Brittany had stopped rambling although she walked so fast I had a difficult time keeping up with her. I was about to ask Brittany if she wanted to go get a cup of coffee when a car pulled up in front of them. "Well, Santana I will see you in two weeks." I watched as Brittany walked over and got into the black mustang. I could see Brittany hugging the man driving the car when she got in.
I watched as they drove away and then walked to my car. When I got into my car I just sat there for a few minutes. Suddenly I felt that panicked feeling coming over me again. What had I done? I want a baby more than anything in the world. I really want a family but I just haven't been able to find the right person, the right woman, to spend my life with. That's why at age 30 I decided to take matters in my own hands and have a baby. If I can't find the woman of her dreams it didn't mean I can't start my own family. I am financially secure but I am all alone. Doubts began to fill my mind. Can I really raise a child on her own?