"Ok, Mrs. Carter.  Now I'd just like you to hop up onto the examining table and lie back...that's great.  Your feet go in these stirrups right here...ok.  My hands may be a little cold, and this may be a bit uncomfortable, but it won't take long.  Just hang in there."

    I clutched the sheet on the table tightly as the doctor slipped his latex examining gloves on and pulled a portable table of medical instruments closer to him.  I could feel him moving around down there, and my whole body stiffened at each contact he made.  "Please Mrs. Carter, try to relax."   Trying not to concentrate on what was going on, I began counting the ceiling tiles while continuing my near death-grip on the sheet.

    Finally, the doctor was done.  After promising to return in a while with the results and granting permission for me to get dressed, he left the room.  I let out the breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding and sat up.  Nervously I pulled on my clothes and awaited the doctors' return.

    Mom.  The word sounded so foreign to me.  I just couldn't fathom having a little person, my own flesh and blood, running around the house and calling me ‘mom'.

    Nick hadn't come with me after all; Kevin had wanted to get Brian, AJ and Howie over so they could work on a new song, and Nick and I hadn't wanted to risk tipping Kevin off on the possibility that I might be pregnant.  So after a long talk, we decided that I'd make the trip by myself.  When I asked Nick how he'd feel if it turned out I was pregnant, his answer hadn't been too sure.  I got the impression that he'd rather not have any kids in the immediate future, but he was being so distant that I really couldn't tell.

    For the next 20 minutes I sat in that room, flipping through uninteresting back-issues of magazines I'd never even heard of, and checking my watch every thirty seconds.  Finally, after what felt like a month of Sunday's had passed, Dr. Meyer finally knocked on the door and stepped back into the room.  Tapping the chart he held in his hands, he asked me, "Are you ready for this?"
 
 

     Brian and Lindy sat side by side on the couch, Brian munching on popcorn and Lindy dabbing at her eyes with a kleenex.
 "I can't believe Lucy died!  I hope they take the s.o.b. that stabbed her and John and lock him up.  She was such a good doctor!  Oh, Brian!"

    Brian rolled his eyes.  "It's just a show.  ‘ER' is totally overrated anyways.  I never even watched this show before I met you."

    Lindy sniffled and leaned against his shoulder.  "I don't care what you say.  These shows always make me cry.  I can't stand to see them kill someone off like that."

    Brian wrapped his arms around her and held her tight.  "You're so cute when you're being silly."

    She opened her mouth wide with surprise and pulled away from him.  "I'm not being silly!  I take these shows very seriously!"

    "Yeah, well I take ‘Who Wants to Be a Millionaire' very seriously." He reached out with the remote and changed the channel.

    "Brian, wait!  I was watching that!" Lindy leaned over to grab the remote, but Brian held it at arms length from her.  After struggling for a moment, she managed to swiftly steal it from his hand and changed the channel back to ‘ER'.

    "Fine, then I'll just go watch the show I want to watch in my room."  Brian picked up his pillow and stalked to his room, slamming the door.  Lindy drew her knees up to her chest and hugged herself tightly, chewing worriedly on her bottom lip.  Brian had been acting really strange for a while now.  Every little thing that he used to take in stride now drove him to his breaking point.  She wasn't sure what was bothering him, but she intended to find out.
 
 

 
    Dr. Myer stood in front of me with his chart.  "Congratulations, Mrs. Carter, you are going to have a baby."
 
    "Wow" I whispered.  After a few seconds of silence, Dr. Meyer spoke up again.
 
    "Do you have anything you'd like to ask me?"
 
    I thought for a moment.  "Can you tell when the baby was conceived?"
 
    He looked back to the chart and studied it for a moment.  "Looks like it was around 28 days ago.  Possibly a couple days less."
 
    Twenty-eight, twenty-eight...Nick and I had been married 27 days ago.  Therefore, our honeymoon had been 27 days ago...I leaned my head back and smiled.  The baby had been conceived on our honeymoon, not before.  But still, I wanted to make sure.  "Is it possible that it was a few days more?  Say about, 35 instead of 28?"
 
    He pondered that and shook his head.  "Nope, it would be impossible for it to have been that long ago."
 
    I grinned and stood up.  After telling me my approximate due date, he told me I was free to go, but to be sure I find an obstetrician to go to on a regular basis to monitor the baby.  I thanked him, gathered up my stuff, and walked outside.
 
    The only thing left to do now was tell Nick.
 
 

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