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Jessikah

“Jessikah Gorman, you’re up. Let’s go and see what we have going on in that body of yours,” the nurse states as she opens the door and allows me to walk through.

I have kept my potential pregnancy a secret from everyone, including Tina.

I need to make sure everything was correct before I opened my mouth and said anything.

There have been so many times the doctors would tell me that my body wasn’t made for having babies.

That if it were to ever happen, it would be nothing short of a miracle.

“Okay, let’s get you on the scale so we can get your weight and then I will sit you in the room,” the nurse says again, standing beside the offending machine that will tell me I am overweight. Just another doctor to tell me that I need to lose weight.

The nurse takes my height and my weight, then opens the door and tells me to have a seat and the doctor will be in to see me. The longest wait in history is sitting in the doctor’s office waiting to hear results that will change the path of your future.

“Good morning. My name is Dr. Nolan. I will be your OBGYN. I looked at your blood and urine results. Congratulations, you are pregnant,” she says, smiling at me over her reading glasses that are perched on her nose.

“How? I have been told for years that with PCOS I will never have children. That my body was just not ethically made to have children,” I state and watch the doctor’s mouth drop open.

“A doctor told you that?” she asks, making me nod and look down at my hands. In fact, the doctor basically implied that my entire being was immoral.

“Yes, my old OBGYN told me that with PCOS, it’s like the universe is telling me that I should be alone and single. Immediately, I reported her, and left her practice,” I finish, watching her nod while she looks through my chart.

“Listen, I am sorry that person with a degree said that. PCOS is such a hard diagnosis that most doctors diagnosis you with everything under the sun. But we won’t dwell on the past and we will focus on the future.

You are pregnant, and yes you do have PCOS, so we are going to work on everything.

I will make sure we forge a plan moving forward,” Dr. Nolan states, standing up and putting her hand on the door.

“You need to start taking prenatal vitamins and set up a monthly visit with me for now. Congratulations, Jessikah,” she says, walking out of the room and leaving me staring at the script, the floor, even the walls.

Grabbing the piece of paper and leaving the office, I make my way to the front desk. I guess I need to make an appointment for next month. Then it’s off to tell Tina and Paul about the growth of our family.

My phone buzzes and I look down at the phone and the text message causes me to lose my breath.

Unknown: You should have died. Now I am going to make sure that not only your business ends but your life tanks so hard that you’ll want to take your own life. Die Bitch!

I stare at my phone and snap out of it before leaving the building and getting into my car. I will have to deal with the death threat, but right now, I have some news to break to a few people.

On my way home, I phone Tina and ask her to reschedule my appointments until tomorrow and to place an order for two large pizzas with Coke Zero and two bite brownies. I tell her that I have news.