Stress.....or is it something else?

“Wow. I’ve heard some strange things in my life but yours is something else completely!!  How did you know that you and Vince were meant to be?” Kat asked.

“You know, the only way I can explain it is with what I went through after the break up, the life I was living and the few semi serious boyfriends I’d had before getting married, the guys couldn’t even compare to Vince. Most of the guys were assholes, some were sweet but they just weren’t in the same league and they didn’t understand me. They wanted me to leave the PD and the FD, stay at home, go out and get mani – pedis, go shopping with the girlfriends, that kinda thing. That isn’t me, Kat.  There’s nothing wrong with staying at home, mani – pedis or go shopping with the girls….but to be honest?? It’s too girly for me. I mean, sure, I go shopping at Tiffany’s but I do it because I can afford it and can afford to give my loved ones the best presents. I’m not gonna give up my jobs with the PD and FD….nor my job here. Vince knows that and although he doesn’t completely understand my decision, he loves me and respects me enough that he supports me. He’ll give me guidance and advice when I ask for it…..but at the end of the day, he’ll always tell me that he loves me no matter what” I said.

“What if you decide to start a family? What will you do about the jobs with the PD and FD?” Kat asked.

“We’ll talk about it. If I kept the other jobs on top of this one or even cut down to two jobs, Vince would be happy to be a stay at home dad since he retired early,” I said. “And yes, Kat, we’re working on it!”

She left my office and I did some work but I was beyond exhausted. After working for another hour, I left and went back to the apartment. Once inside, I went into the kitchen to drop off my travel mug and grabbed a bottle of water and went to my room.

Vince was just chilling there, reading a book. He saw me come in and greet me. I stripped down to my birthday suit and joined him in bed.

“What can I do for you?” Vince asked as I was taking a drink from the bottle of water.

“I need some sleep. Well……you do too. Sorry about screaming and waking you up. Why don’t you just hold me?” I asked.

He nodded and put down his book and I put down my water. We curled up under our thick, fuzzy flannel sheets and my darling hubby just held me. We fell asleep rather quickly; I had a dreamless sleep for which I was thankful. About 3 hours later, I woke with severe stomach pains. I texted my doctor as I ran to the bathroom to vomit. I showered and brushed my teeth and used mouthwash a million times. 

The doctor examined me and saw this strange look on his face.

“Give it to me straight, doc. I can’t be pregnant. It’s only been a few weeks that I’ve been married and Vince is the only guy I’ve been sexually active with Vince for the past few weeks. It’s stress, right?” I asked.

“As you know, I’ve been doing this a long time. To a degree you’re stressed and need to slow down a bit,” he said as I was making faces. “I’m not asking you to stop working at all but you need to slow down. And to be quite honest, my dear? You’re pregnant.”

“What?” Vince and I asked in unison. I hadn’t heard him enter the room.

“Vince, your wife is pregnant. Congrats to the both of you,” my doctor said.

He gathered his things and left. I just sat there on the couch in my robe.

“Are you ok, babe? You don’t look so excited,” Vince said.

“Other than an awful stomach, I am. I’m rather surprised actually,” I said.

“Um, I hate to ask this,” Vince said.

“I know what you’re going to ask,” I said. “And yes, I’m offended that you’re actually thinking it. No it’s not my former coworker’s. We used protection. How could you even think such a thing?” I said.

I got up to grab some crackers and another bottle of water and straight back the bedroom, locking the door as I was back in.