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Date Posted: Friday, October 12, 11:07:38pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 486+" on Friday, September 14, 11:04:29pm
“Look how good you are doing. You’ve made it back to the examination room on the second try,” Keane smiled as he leaned back against the counter and looked at Nikita who was sitting in the chair and absolutely not on the examination table. “You also don’t look as green as yesterday.”
“It never is the same from day to day,” Nikita shook her head slightly as she glanced at Michael as he was leaning against the table. He looked at Keane and sighed. “I just can’t make French toast.”
“Oh… the smell of cooking eggs is commonly a trigger for morning sickness.”
“Cooked eggs, I’m fine with… I had an omelet this morning after my stomach settled… it’s specifically French toast. That’s my favorite,” Nikita explained with a frown. She rubbed her hands against her legs and looked at the doctor. “I have been very careful to make sure to eat… even when it seems like it is coming up as frequently as I eat… I know that I have to do that.”
“And I’m impressed,” Michael stated as he smiled at Nikita.
“Ok, let’s start with that,” Keane chuckled slightly. “I know that you had to go thru extremes with your first pregnancy… but it is possible that given your lithe frame and your height that you may not show as much as you see in other women. So, I don’t want you to think that you have to eat a lot to get big like that… it might not be what is right for you…”
Nikita shrugged her shoulders. “I just…. Ignored… I don’t know how to explain what I did… I don’t remember what I did… I don’t think I thought about it.”
Michael dropped his head slightly and Keane pushed the door closed to the room, although they were alone in the office again. “You did think about it. You made plans on what to do with your baby once you had it.”
“You tried to reach out to me,” Michael whispered as he nodded his head. Nikita looked at Michael and then back to the doctor. “I don’t think… any of this matters right now.”
Keane looked at Michael and with a nod of his head, got Michael to sit in the chair that he had placed in the room so the husband could sit beside his wife. Then Keane got onto the stool and stayed away from Nikita but watched her. “It does matter because you are going to naturally going to compare some things… I like that you are eating. I’m not going to stop you from doing that. But if you are losing it as quickly as you are eating it… it might be better to not force it as much.”
“But I never know,” Nikita shrugged her shoulders and Keane knew not to push this. “Well, we’ll track your weight… but you might not show as much as you might want to... just so you realize that.”
Nikita nodded her head up and down. She yawned and Michael cleared his throat. “She didn’t sleep well last night.”
“That wasn’t because I was pregnant. That was PTSD,” Nikita retorted.
“Because of what he has been saying,” Michael glanced and then focused back on Nikita. “You hadn’t had this many flashes… in a long time.”
“But they also weren’t that hard to stop,” Nikita turned to look at Michael. “And they didn’t repeat… none of them were repeats.”
Keane cleared his throat. “I’m not an expert on PTSD and pregnancy. I’m not sure that it has ever been studied. I know that Ellie has different opinions on what I feel… I just will care if it is multiple nights… or if you aren’t sleeping at all.”
“Oh, I had a huge nap today,” Nikita grinned as she then stopped and looked at the table. “I guess… I have to get up… there.”
“Not today,” Keane shook his head from side to side.
Nikita leaned forward in shock. “What?”
“Next week would be fine… and that’s only because I want you to have an exam before the first time we go to get an ultrasound… so that you get over that sheer terror before the time where you will see your child,” Keane shrugged his shoulders slightly as he had no plans on forcing Nikita right now. This was huge progress and he wanted progress to continue. To jump the gun right now and continue, it would just cause more setbacks.
Michael blinked his eyes and looked at Dr. Keane. “Don’t you want to be sure about the pregnancy?”
“Ellie ran the test,” Keane shrugged his shoulders as he shook his head. “Morning sickness is not abnormal. You haven’t been spotting, have you Nikita?”
“No,” Nikita confirmed as she leaned back in the chair, almost relaxing, which was more of the point than what this conversation was doing.
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