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Tracey was more than certain now that she wasn't just stressed out. Sleepless nights due to having to go to the bathroom, getting sick once in a while for no reason, being so far beyond tired that she once went to bed at 5 PM... it all added up.
Not to mention the fact that she was now a week late.
Tracey made an appointment at St. Mungo's for the afternoon and waited nervously for two to come, her stomach rolling uncomfortably half of the time.
When the time finally came, she switched her pajama pants for jeans and her night shirt for a t-shirt, and then she apparated to the reception area. She walked up to the front desk and coughed to clear her throat.
"Which way to the maternity floor?" Tracey asked the witch behind the counter, pretending that she was just here to see a friend who was in labor or something.
The woman gave her an odd look, then told her the floor. Tracey hurried away.
She took the lift up to the maternity floor and just about turned around to get back into it when she saw what the waiting area there looked like- pastel colors, storks flying from wall to wall, pictures of newborns crying on the bulletin board...
Oh, ew.
The lift closed just before she could turn to get in it, so she walked over to the desk and gave them her name. The witch told her the Healer would be with her shortly, so she had no choice but to take a seat between two very pregnant women and their husbands. The couples looked at her like she was a bug that needed to be squashed, which made her sink a little lower into her chair, wishing she had the ability to become invisible.
"Tracey Davis," Someone finally called out. She got up quickly and went across the room, where a Healer was waiting to take her back to her examination room. She followed along behind the Healer, stopping to get her height and weight marked down, and then she was settled into her room.
"My name is Helena Vandoren, and I'll be your Healer today," The Healer- a woman who had to be in her fifties at least, judging by her gray hair- said. She flipped through some papers attached to her clipboard and then looked up and offered Tracey a smile.
"It says here you think you may be pregnant because you didn't renew your birth control charm on time. How many days late are you, dear?"
Tracey took a deep breath, still feeling rather ill and nervous and very angry all at the same time.
"I'm six days late," She answered, searching the woman's eyes for some sort of sign- maybe a gleam that would say 'it's just the new charm kicking in, no need to worry' or something.
"We'll just do some blood work then, hmm? I'll do it now, it'll pinch a little, and you'll know within the next five minutes or so," Helena said cheerfully. She acted like it was normal to see seventeen-year-old's coming into St. Mungo's, thinking they were pregnant.
That thought made Tracey not feel as stupid. She still felt absolutely ridiculous, but at least she wasn't alone... or so she hoped. It might very well be that Helena was just very good at her job and didn't judge on the patient's age.
Helena had already drawn the blood before Tracey had realized what had happened, and she was out of the room just as quickly.
Which left Tracey to spend seven minutes hating herself silently, wishing that she could just curl and and die for being so stupid. Her stomach rolled again and a few moments passed where she was sure she was going to be ill all over the floor of her examination room.
Helena came back in, looking just as she did when she left, which didn't help Tracey one bit- she had no idea what the older woman was going to tell her. Man, she really was good at her job.
"Well, dear, your blood work shows that your HCG level is much higher than it should be. There's no doubt about it... congratulations, you're pregnant," Helena said, offering Tracey a smile.
It took a minute for that to process in Tracey's mind before she burst into tears on the exam table. A minute after that, she had to jump down off the table and rush to the garbage can as she got sick.
Helena walked over and waved her wand, making the sick vanish. A few more wand waves and Tracey felt much better, with her hair pulled back away from her face and her body feeling much cooler. She was still crying.
"Let's get you back onto the table... I need to ask you a few questions so that we can figure out your due date, ok?" Helena asked gently. She let Tracey back to the table and helped her get up onto it.
"When was your last menstrual period?"
Tracey had to think for a minute before she said, "July ninth."
"So you'd be about..." Helena's face scrunched up as she calculated it in her head. Tracey continued to cry. "Just over four weeks."
"What does that mean?" Tracey asked, trying to count back in her head. When could she have gotten pregnant? "Does that mean that I've been pregnant for four weeks already?"
"No, dear. It means you're been pregnant for a little over two weeks- the first two weeks counted are the weeks during and just after your menstrual period."
With a wave of the Healer's wand, a multi-colored ribbon shot out of it and into the air, forming two bright and cheery-looking dates. Tracey wanted to reach out and rip the ribbons to shreds.
"If that is your last period, you conceived around July twenty-second, and your baby is due on April fourteenth of next year."
After a few more questions were asked, a scan was scheduled for two weeks from now, and Tracey was given a million and one pamphlets (some on adoption, some on abortion, some on places for pregnant teens to get financial help, etc.) she was finally able to go home. She apparated into her room, threw the pamphlets onto the floor, and crawled into her bed.
She cried until she had to rush to the bathroom to be sick again, and then crawled back into bed and continued to cry until she finally was too exhausted to keep her eyes open.
OOC- Maeve, jump on in. You can walk in, see Tracey sleeping, and then see the pamphlets on the floor. Sorry I'm wayyyy behind schedule- today got a little crazy without my wanting it to. :(
Not to mention the fact that she was now a week late.
Tracey made an appointment at St. Mungo's for the afternoon and waited nervously for two to come, her stomach rolling uncomfortably half of the time.
When the time finally came, she switched her pajama pants for jeans and her night shirt for a t-shirt, and then she apparated to the reception area. She walked up to the front desk and coughed to clear her throat.
"Which way to the maternity floor?" Tracey asked the witch behind the counter, pretending that she was just here to see a friend who was in labor or something.
The woman gave her an odd look, then told her the floor. Tracey hurried away.
She took the lift up to the maternity floor and just about turned around to get back into it when she saw what the waiting area there looked like- pastel colors, storks flying from wall to wall, pictures of newborns crying on the bulletin board...
Oh, ew.
The lift closed just before she could turn to get in it, so she walked over to the desk and gave them her name. The witch told her the Healer would be with her shortly, so she had no choice but to take a seat between two very pregnant women and their husbands. The couples looked at her like she was a bug that needed to be squashed, which made her sink a little lower into her chair, wishing she had the ability to become invisible.
"Tracey Davis," Someone finally called out. She got up quickly and went across the room, where a Healer was waiting to take her back to her examination room. She followed along behind the Healer, stopping to get her height and weight marked down, and then she was settled into her room.
"My name is Helena Vandoren, and I'll be your Healer today," The Healer- a woman who had to be in her fifties at least, judging by her gray hair- said. She flipped through some papers attached to her clipboard and then looked up and offered Tracey a smile.
"It says here you think you may be pregnant because you didn't renew your birth control charm on time. How many days late are you, dear?"
Tracey took a deep breath, still feeling rather ill and nervous and very angry all at the same time.
"I'm six days late," She answered, searching the woman's eyes for some sort of sign- maybe a gleam that would say 'it's just the new charm kicking in, no need to worry' or something.
"We'll just do some blood work then, hmm? I'll do it now, it'll pinch a little, and you'll know within the next five minutes or so," Helena said cheerfully. She acted like it was normal to see seventeen-year-old's coming into St. Mungo's, thinking they were pregnant.
That thought made Tracey not feel as stupid. She still felt absolutely ridiculous, but at least she wasn't alone... or so she hoped. It might very well be that Helena was just very good at her job and didn't judge on the patient's age.
Helena had already drawn the blood before Tracey had realized what had happened, and she was out of the room just as quickly.
Which left Tracey to spend seven minutes hating herself silently, wishing that she could just curl and and die for being so stupid. Her stomach rolled again and a few moments passed where she was sure she was going to be ill all over the floor of her examination room.
Helena came back in, looking just as she did when she left, which didn't help Tracey one bit- she had no idea what the older woman was going to tell her. Man, she really was good at her job.
"Well, dear, your blood work shows that your HCG level is much higher than it should be. There's no doubt about it... congratulations, you're pregnant," Helena said, offering Tracey a smile.
It took a minute for that to process in Tracey's mind before she burst into tears on the exam table. A minute after that, she had to jump down off the table and rush to the garbage can as she got sick.
Helena walked over and waved her wand, making the sick vanish. A few more wand waves and Tracey felt much better, with her hair pulled back away from her face and her body feeling much cooler. She was still crying.
"Let's get you back onto the table... I need to ask you a few questions so that we can figure out your due date, ok?" Helena asked gently. She let Tracey back to the table and helped her get up onto it.
"When was your last menstrual period?"
Tracey had to think for a minute before she said, "July ninth."
"So you'd be about..." Helena's face scrunched up as she calculated it in her head. Tracey continued to cry. "Just over four weeks."
"What does that mean?" Tracey asked, trying to count back in her head. When could she have gotten pregnant? "Does that mean that I've been pregnant for four weeks already?"
"No, dear. It means you're been pregnant for a little over two weeks- the first two weeks counted are the weeks during and just after your menstrual period."
With a wave of the Healer's wand, a multi-colored ribbon shot out of it and into the air, forming two bright and cheery-looking dates. Tracey wanted to reach out and rip the ribbons to shreds.
"If that is your last period, you conceived around July twenty-second, and your baby is due on April fourteenth of next year."
After a few more questions were asked, a scan was scheduled for two weeks from now, and Tracey was given a million and one pamphlets (some on adoption, some on abortion, some on places for pregnant teens to get financial help, etc.) she was finally able to go home. She apparated into her room, threw the pamphlets onto the floor, and crawled into her bed.
She cried until she had to rush to the bathroom to be sick again, and then crawled back into bed and continued to cry until she finally was too exhausted to keep her eyes open.
OOC- Maeve, jump on in. You can walk in, see Tracey sleeping, and then see the pamphlets on the floor. Sorry I'm wayyyy behind schedule- today got a little crazy without my wanting it to. :(