Post by Shelby on May 11, 2017 1:47:28 GMT
The appointment had only lasted an hour; that much Chardonnay had been able to gather once she was directed to the bathroom and told to give a urine sample. Had she not been anxious and scared, she might have found a sort of relief in being able to piss since she had had to keep it in all morning before coming here for the ultrasound. But, of course, she wasn't given that satisfaction. As she sat on the toilet she realized that her hands were shaking; a cold sweat had broken out across her skin, and her breathing had grown rapidly in the few seconds that she had been left on her own. A daughter. A fucking daughter. She was still reeling with the news. Still reeling with the fact that the little speck that had once been in her was no ta little person; with a head, body, arms and legs. How was this possible? Why the fuck was this happening to her? Arthur was so happy. Her parents would be so happy. And no doubt Susan was happy, given how often she had called Arthur throughout the appointment. She snorted at the thought.
At the jump, a tear fell down her eye; just one droplet, big. It landed on her cheek and she brushed it away, but afterwards more tears started to fall until she couldn't control them. She wept on the toilet, covering her face with her hands, letting her shoulder shake and her chest rise and fall with her shuddered breaths. She hated this. God she hated this! She just wanted to get away, but she couldn't.
She finally stopped crying after what felt like hours, but what in reality was only five minutes. Someone knocked on the door, asking Chardonnay if she was okay, and when Chardonnay answered that she was fine and that she just really had to go, she took care of her business and put everything in it's right place. When she looked at herself in the mirror she saw red eyes with tear stained cheeks. Cursing, she set her purse down on the counter and wiped her face off before she reapplied her make up. There, now she looked fine. She waited another minute for her eyes to whiten back up, and when they did she walked out and headed to the lobby where, instead of looking for Arthur instantly, she headed to the counter where she set up for another appointment. Four weeks. It was as if her life was cut up into four week intervals. The receptionist handed her a couple sheets of paper, the birth plan and other information about it that she said Dr. Marshall wanted them to have. After thanking the woman--just barely--Chardonnay finally turned to look around the room.
There were other couples now, waiting their turn with a doctor of the building. Generally, they all seemed happy, either with smiles or with content looks on their faces. She used to look like that, Chardonnay told herself. Before all of this. Arthur was in a corner of the room, standing there with his hands in his pockets and his head pointed up towards the ceiling. Another content looking person. No doubt he was pissed off at her attitude, but at this point she didn't care. She was tired and over all just... Ugh.
"I assume your sister's happy about the news," Chardonnay stated as she approached them, her voice not at all a question, not even sounding that interested.
At the jump, a tear fell down her eye; just one droplet, big. It landed on her cheek and she brushed it away, but afterwards more tears started to fall until she couldn't control them. She wept on the toilet, covering her face with her hands, letting her shoulder shake and her chest rise and fall with her shuddered breaths. She hated this. God she hated this! She just wanted to get away, but she couldn't.
She finally stopped crying after what felt like hours, but what in reality was only five minutes. Someone knocked on the door, asking Chardonnay if she was okay, and when Chardonnay answered that she was fine and that she just really had to go, she took care of her business and put everything in it's right place. When she looked at herself in the mirror she saw red eyes with tear stained cheeks. Cursing, she set her purse down on the counter and wiped her face off before she reapplied her make up. There, now she looked fine. She waited another minute for her eyes to whiten back up, and when they did she walked out and headed to the lobby where, instead of looking for Arthur instantly, she headed to the counter where she set up for another appointment. Four weeks. It was as if her life was cut up into four week intervals. The receptionist handed her a couple sheets of paper, the birth plan and other information about it that she said Dr. Marshall wanted them to have. After thanking the woman--just barely--Chardonnay finally turned to look around the room.
There were other couples now, waiting their turn with a doctor of the building. Generally, they all seemed happy, either with smiles or with content looks on their faces. She used to look like that, Chardonnay told herself. Before all of this. Arthur was in a corner of the room, standing there with his hands in his pockets and his head pointed up towards the ceiling. Another content looking person. No doubt he was pissed off at her attitude, but at this point she didn't care. She was tired and over all just... Ugh.
"I assume your sister's happy about the news," Chardonnay stated as she approached them, her voice not at all a question, not even sounding that interested.