“You know you won’t have to worry about things like that, right? That the baby will stay with me or one of our friends or our parents if something comes up and you need to go to the doctor or just have some you time.”
Gratitude fills me.
I know he will be as active and hands-on as possible when it comes to parenting. He’s going to show up time and time again. I know it deep in my bones that I can count on him. I don’t need his reassurance, but I love that he gives it so freely, without any hesitation.
“Thank you,” I tell him softly.
“Of course. Do you want to do anything when we’re done here?”
“Sure. What do you have in mind?”
“That ice cream place you like is just down the street,” he points out.
Just the thought of ice cream makes me hungry.
“Yes!” I say, making him chuckle.
“Emery,” the nurse calls out.
Brett and I get up and head toward her.
She takes my weight, blood pressure, and urine sample before she puts us in the room. The doctor doesn’t make us wait long before she comes in.
“Hey, Emery, how are you doing?” Dr. Nguyen asks.
“I’m good.”
“Do you have any questions for me today?” she asks.
I look at Brett as I shake my head. “I don’t either, actually.”
“Awesome, let me get my measurements,” she says.
I lean back and lift my shirt. She goes about measuring my stomach, and when she’s done, she types it all into her computer.
“All right. Everything looks good. Now you have two choices,” Dr. Nguyen tells me.
“Okay…”
“At twenty weeks, we do a sonogram to check on the baby. You can actually get that done today, or you can wait and come back next week. It’s up to you, but we can get you in right now.”
I look over at Brett who’s already nodding.
“Let’s do it,” he tells me.
I look back at the doctor and nod. “You heard the man.”
Dr. Nguyen smiles. “Awesome. Once you’re ready, head down the hall. It’s the third door on the right. I’ll send the sonographer your way.”
“Thank you,” Brett and I say in unison.
I hop off the table and take Brett’s hand. We follow the doctor and head down the hall.
“This is so exciting. We get to see our baby,” I tell him as we enter the room.
“I wasn’t expecting this,” he whispers, equally as excited.
“Me neither.”