![]() NEWSBREAKA Poem by Betty Hermelee![]() and so it goes...![]() ![]() My fidgety wait time seems like hours while chaotic thoughts wiz through my mindalas there is a soft knock on the door it opens slowly, and a man in a starched white coat with a broad smile moves into the examining room he introduces himself as Dr. Snell which I find quite amusing we shake hands, I tense up, mine feel clammy I sense that he is gentle in his mannerisms
We talk for quite a long while he asks me questions, many of which are fully intimate to be honest, down right unpleasant he motions me to lay down on the examining table to performs certain tasks presently, he presses on my belly in different places thereafter he sets the stethoscope in various positions and listens intently, all the while I am extremely sweaty and uneasy
Silence for a lengthy time then the nurse walks in and orders me to dress silence this enhances my curiosity finally, the nurse shows me into the doctor’s office forthwith the doctor’s white coat disappears and he is presently wearing a shirt and tie more relaxed, I assume He smiles and begins to speak it goes without saying my anxiety peaks he calls me by name and spills the news rather swiftly he relates that I am about three months pregnant my jaw drops to the floor the affirmative causes me to jump out of my chair yet I try desperately to remain calm by holding tight while a trillion messages tangle in my brain he asks me about family support, as he did previously I disclose that my fiancée is my only support
The doctor advises me that I must have monthly visits as I progress in my pregnancy I nod, my mouth speechless he renders his professional card I thank him and proceed to the door I walk wobbly to retrieve a cab
Upon return to the hotel once there I cannot help my bawling on the hostess’s shoulder she does not yet comprehend why tears like a waterfall stain her dress
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18 Reviews Added on May 31, 2024 Last Updated on May 31, 2024 Author![]() Betty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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