Back again for experience number two. I want to call it an experience, because that is exactly what it is. I mean, this is a story or timeline of what happened/is happening to Kristy and I, but it will never happen again. I will never again be a first time father and Kristy will never again be a first time mother. It’s an exciting time in our lives.
Sometimes life changes slowly and you don’t see it coming. You take an entry level position in a company thinking that you are only going to work here till you find a real job. You take courses offered by the company and of your own accord to better your position and understanding of the work you’re doing. You get a contract to work at a specific site; you show aptitude and initiative and are offered a position. Your pay increases, your duties change, your responsibility rises, etc. You can look back and pin point key moments that slowly lead up to this point in your life.
But other times, you wake up one day and *BA-BAM* your life is different and the choice you just made is pointing you towards this certain direction. Kristy becoming pregnant was one of those times, but now we can watch our lives take shape under new and unique experiences that we didn’t expect and we can take note of those experiences as they happen. We can watch, with a conscious eye, the history of our lives and our children’s lives unfold.
How awesome is that!
November 17th, 2011
The next logical step forward was to make a Dr.’s appointment. I contacted our family Dr. and made the appointment for the following week, Nov 17th. Our Dr. used to do obstetrics on a full time basis, but has since taken a step back. She is now semi-retired and focusing on her family practice. When we told her that we thought that Kristy was pregnant she pouted and said, “Awe, it’s too bad I’m not practicing obstetrics any longer. It would have been cool to be there for this.” She has been my family Dr. for 20+ years, so I was a little disappointed, but she pointed us towards the clinic that she used to work at and wrote down some info for us saying we should get in ASAP to get dated. The appointment was made for the following Monday.
November 21st, 2011
I remember sitting in the waiting room thinking to myself, I wonder if this is actually happening. Maybe the test was bunk. Those things do mess up sometimes? I remember looking at Kristy and wondering what she was really thinking. I remember looking at her and wondering if she was scared; wanting to ask, but afraid of the answer. I was scared, excited, nervous, and nauseous… I think knowing would have made me even worse. (Sorry my love)
Over the last couple of days Kristy and I were coming to terms with the fact that a child would be good. We were considering what kind of life changes we would have to make and were becoming less shocked and more comfortable with the idea. Don’t get me wrong there were times when I would feel my body heat up, my mind go numb, and fear and shock would race through my system, but it was slowing down. We were accepting the circumstances that we were in. (By the way, that shock thing, it still happens every now and then.)
Kristy’s name was called, so we both stood up and started walking towards the door, but the person who called looked at me and said, “Sorry, only Kristy right now.” I remember Kristy looking at me with a look of bewilderment on her face and me saying, “Don’t worry everything will be O.K.” and thinking, ‘They must want to ask her some questions without me being there. Just in case I was pressuring her into this. But before I could say anything, she was swept through the door.
I went back to my seat and sat there second guessing myself. What the Hell! I want to know what’s going on. They better not do this without me! So, I walked back to the reception counter, but before I could ask, the smiling, all knowing receptionist, who has done this a million times before says, “Don’t worry they just need to ask her a few questions first in private. They’ll come and get you in a few moments.” I remember chuckling to myself, realizing that they were watching me stew in my seat, waiting for me to come up and ask. Evil, tricksy receptionists!!
Kristy comes into the waiting area to get me and we both get herded into another room with an interesting looking bed… table… stirrup thingy. We didn’t have to wait too long before the Dr. came bursting in through the door all business. “Up on the table and take off your underwear.” Well hello to you too. Kristy looked shocked, “I didn’t think I had to do that for an ultra sound.” “We have to do an internal ultra sound because of how early it is.” The Dr. explained as she switched dials, turned on the monitor and gelled up the ultra sound… rod… thingy.
I did a little research on this Dr. before our appointment and some of the comments made by other patients of hers stated that she wasn’t the most gentle of Dr.’s. She definitely knew what she was doing but, her people skills and gentle handling of patients were lacking; which proved to be the norm as Kristy found out when The Dr. inserted the ultra sound... rod… thingy… not pleasant. (Sorry my love)
The monitor flickers to life and the Dr. says in a little singsong voice, “ooOOh.” To which Kristy replies, “Oh God, please don’t say twins.” “O.K.” stated the Dr. while tapping on the screen and looking at me…
I should say that when I’m nervous or shocked I tend to laugh…
I got that warm tingly feeling all over my face and body again… and started to laugh. “Of course there are twins.” I say through chuckles. “Fuck off!” I believe is what Kristy said, then something along the lines of, “Go big or go home, right? Damn, I can never do anything half-assed.” That’s my girl. :o)
I don’t remember much after that other than the Dr. telling us we’re about 8 weeks along and stumbling upstairs to make another appointment with a Maternity Dr. I do remember the receptionists upstairs were laughing at our pale stunned expressions though. Evil, tricksy receptionists!! And of course our conversation in the car about wanting to tell my Mom and Bob the news later that night and listening to Kristy give the details to her Mom, Julie, and making plans to go over to their house for a visit. It should also be noted that Kristy’s Dad, Ron, phoned before our appointment wanting to get the details. Heh heh, silly Grumpa.
Thinking back, I probably shouldn’t have driven then either…
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