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My eyes went wide, but she reached out and squeezed my hand. “Everything’s fine. I just wanted to talk to you for a few minutes before Evelyn came back.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
She opened what I assumed was my chart. “You’re up to date on all your immunizations, correct?”
“Yes.”
“Eating okay?”
“Yep.”
“Experiencing any morning sickness, tender breasts?”
My mind instantly went to Gavin’s hand on my breast, and how I’d noticed it was a bit tender at the time.
I nodded. “Both.”
“Is morning sickness keeping you from eating?”
With a shake of my head, I replied, “No, I’m eating like normal.”
She looked up and smiled. “I’m assuming you went through all of the counseling and such before you agreed to do this.”
“Yes.”
“Good. And, Brystol, I want you to know that I’m here for you if you ever need anyone to talk to. I’m not just your OBGYN; I’m your friend.”
Smiling, I said, “Thank you, Lisa.”
“Now, I want to do a pelvic exam, and I thought you deserved privacy for that before we let Evelyn back.”
“Thanks,” I replied.
As I got into position, I asked a few questions. “I wanted to ask you about running. I try to run every day, and the Turkey Trot is this weekend. Am I still able to run in it?”
“Of course. You can keep doing whatever activities you were doing before your pregnancy. Now, if you were just picking up running, I’d advise against it and say walk instead, but if you were actively running before the baby, that’s not an issue.”
“Okay, good. I’ve been running since the pregnancy, but only five miles a day.”
Her brows lifted. “Only? I would die if I tried to run half a mile.”
We both laughed. Lisa pushed a button once the exam was over, and the nurse returned. “You can have Evelyn come back now.”
Dr. Lark got the ultrasound set up. There was another knock on the door, and I swung my gaze over to see Evelyn walking in. She frowned when she saw me lying back on the table, the sheet draped over me.
“You haven’t started yet, have you?”
I wanted to roll my eyes. I got that Evelyn was worried, but she was beginning to grate my nerves just a bit.
“No, Evelyn, we haven’t started,” I said a littleshortly.
She smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry, I’m just nervous.”
Instantly, I felt guilty. I reached my hand out to her. She took it and stood beside me as Dr. Lark turned to face us.
“We’re going to do a transvaginal ultrasound. I’ll tell you when you can film, and I only ask that you keep the camera focused on the screen and not show Brystol in the video.”
Evelyn nodded. “Of course.”
