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I woke up feeling utterly exhausted. The night had been a struggle, with restless dreams gradually turning into haunting nightmares that seemed to follow me even as I woke. The weight of the experience lingered, and I couldn’t shake off the unsettling feeling. I couldn’t help but wish I hadn’t encountered that mysterious old woman; her presence seemed to have brought an unwelcome twist to my sleep.
Letting out a deep sigh, I finally managed to peel myself out of bed. Today held a significant event my very first ultrasound appointment. I was fortunate to have the support of Cher, Alex, and Ace, who were accompanying me. Their presence brought a sense of comfort, and I drew strength from knowing they were by my side.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.
The day began with the ritual of stepping into the shower. The soothing cascade of water helped wash away some of the fatigue and anxiety. The early hour meant that the maid hadn’t yet arrived, so I indulged in a leisurely bath, washing away the remnants of the restless night. Shaving my legs and tending to my skincare routine felt like self-care, a small act of kindness to myself amid the turmoil of the morning.
After the shower, I set to work on my makeup, trying to bring some life back to my tired face. A simple ponytail seemed like the best option for my hair today an elegant yet effortless choice. The choice of clothing was deliberate; comfortable jean pants and a cozy pink sweater struck the right balance between style and comfort.
As I descended the stairs, the aroma of breakfast filled the air. “Good morning,” I greeted with a soft murmur, acknowledging the presence of Alex and Ace. The scene at the dining table was comforting the boys were sipping on their coffee, and Ace had set down a plate of fresh fruits and a vegetable salad in front of me.
Ace’s concern was evident as he brushed a strand of hair from my face. “Why do you look so tired?” he inquired, his eyes full of genuine care. It was touching to have someone notice the weariness etched into my expression.
“I had a restless night,” I admitted, taking a grateful sip of my tea. The warmth of the liquid felt soothing against my throat.
Alex’s curiosity prompted him to ask, “Is something bothering you?” It was as though he could sense there was more to my tiredness than what I had let on. A part of me wanted to open up and share the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, but I hesitated.
Despite the temptation to spill my feelings, I settled for a shake of my head. “Just pregnancy symptoms,” I replied, my voice steady even though my heart was anything but. The complexities of the previous night and the upcoming ultrasound appointment had created a mix of emotions that were difficult to untangle.
Finishing up my breakfast, I joined the boys outside where the car was already waiting. Cher would be meeting us directly at the clinic. The morning sun cast a warm glow as we prepared to embark on this significant appointment. However, a persistent craving had taken hold of me, and I couldn’t shake the desire for ice cream and fries, even though I had just finished breakfast.
“Can we stop for ice cream and fries?” I asked, my longing evident in my voice. The boys chuckled, clearly amused by my craving, and with good-natured agreement, we made our way to the drive-thru at McDonald’s.
As we pulled up to the drive-thru window, the scent of fast food filled the car, causing my anticipation to grow. I ordered the fries and ice cream, eagerly awaiting their arrival. The simple pleasure of indulging in this craving felt like a brief respite from the day’s tensions.
After getting our order, we continued our journey to the clinic. Cher was already waiting outside when we arrived. Her familiar face brought a sense of comfort, and I couldn’t help but feel grateful for the friends who were standing by my side throughout this experience. However, Cher’s teasing tone was hard to miss as she greeted us. “What took you so long?” she quipped, though her amusement was undeniable when she noticed the fries in my hand.
We entered the clinic together, greeted by the efficient rhythm of the medical staff. The nurse guided us into the ultrasound room promptly, and her cheerful demeanor did little to quell my nervousness. “You two are the first ones this morning,” she informed us, her tone carrying a hint of excitement. I managed a smile, my heart beating a little faster as the significance of the moment settled in.
The nurse directed me to lie down, and the cool surface of the examination table sent a shiver down my spine. As I settled in, I couldn’t ignore the question that had been looming since the appointment was scheduled. “So, who is the father?” the nurse inquired with a surprising level of enthusiasm. The question hung in the air, and I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Ace and Alex exchanged glances, their response synchronized. “I am,” they both declared simultaneously, their voices intertwining. The unexpected harmony of their words only heightened my blush. The nurse’s reaction was just as I had anticipated a mixture of surprise and amusement. “Okayyy,” she responded, her tone suggesting she was piecing together the scenario in her mind.
With practiced precision, the nurse applied a cool ointment to my stomach, a signal that the ultrasound was about to commence. The device glided smoothly over my skin, its movement gentle yet purposeful. The tension in the room was palpable, a mixture of nerves and excitement.
And then, there it was the image that filled the monitor, a sight that stole my breath away. “There’s the baby,” the nurse announced, her voice warm with reassurance. My eyes fixated on the screen, and a wave of emotions surged through me. A mix of relief and wonder washed over me as I stared at the tiny form that lay within.
“The healthy baby,” the nurse added, her words a soothing balm to the anxieties that had been gnawing at me. At that moment, it felt as though a weight had been lifted, replaced by a newfound sense of hope and positivity. The image on the screen held the promise of a future yet to unfold, a future that I would be navigating with the support of my friends and the presence of those who cared about me.
As the ultrasound continued, I stole glances at Ace and Alex, who were both watching the screen with a mixture of awe and wonder.