Martina and Laird were sitting in the waiting room at the doctor’s office. Fortunately, she was able to get an appointment with Dr. Bradshaw. Someone had cancelled that morning. She was there because of what happened that morning when she was preparing breakfast.
For some reason, the smell of scrambled eggs made her nauseous and she had barely time enough to turn off the stove and make it to the bathroom before she threw up. When she was done and had flushed the toilet, she rinsed her mouth with Listerine.
Laird was waiting outside of the bathroom when she came out. “What’s the matter?” he asked, looking and sounding extremely concerned.
“I don’t know. The smell of the eggs made me nauseous.”
“Has this happened before?”
“No. This is the first time.”
“Do you think you’re coming down with something?”
“I don’t think so.”
He felt her forehead. “You don’t have a temperature. How are you feeling now?”
“Better after throwing up.”
“Are you sure you’re up to going in to work today?”
“I think so. I’m feeling better now but, I guess to be on the safe side, I’ll call the doctor as soon as I get to work and make an appointment.”
“Call me once you’ve made the appointment and I can take you there and wait with you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course, I’m sure. I won’t be able to concentrate on anything if I’m worrying about you.”
Martina phoned the doctor’s office when she got to the salon and was able to get the one at 1pm. She called Laird and at noon, he went to pick her up. And here, they were waiting for the doctor to see her. She placed her hand on Laird’s thigh and said, “I think I know what it could be.”
Laird looked at her. “What do you think it is?”
“I could be pregnant.”
“Yes. While I was waiting for you to pick me up from the salon, I googled the symptoms of pregnancy and they are all there–missed period, nausea and vomiting, breast changes and frequent urination.”
Laird covered her hand. “I hope you’re pregnant and that it’s a girl.”
Martina smiled. “Me too.”
Her name was called and taking a deep breath, she got up and followed the assistant.
Laird tried to relax by checking emails on his cell but it was impossible. Unable to sit still any longer, leaving his coat in the chair, he got up and went outside and paced up and down the corridor, checking periodically to see if Martina was finished with the doctor. He hoped with all his heart that Martina was pregnant. It would be a great reason for celebrating this holiday season.
When he went back into the waiting room to see if Martina was finished with the doctor and to grab his coat, she suddenly appeared and went over to him. Heart pounding, he asked, “What did the doctor say?”
Grabbing him by the hand, she led him out of the office and into the corridor. Facing him, she said, “I’m pregnant!”
Laird stared at her. “You’re pregnant?”
“Yes!” She began to laugh and cry at the same time.
Laird took her into his arms and hugged her while silently thanking God for such a tremendous blessing.