The day I found out that I was expecting, was a regular rainy Vancouver day. I had an ultrasound appointment in Chinatown, for some ongoing digestive issues. No big deal. About 10 minutes into the appointment, the technician pleasantly asked "Oh, are you pregnant?". To my surprise, I replied "No. Well, I don't think so." and she carried on.
At the end, as I was adjusting my clothes and grabbing my purse she cautiously explained "by the way, you are about 6 weeks pregnant." I must have been acting like, well, someone just told me I was pregnant, because she asked me if I was going to be ok. In a high pitch voice and not making eye contact, I told her I was fine and bolted out of there.
As soon as I left the building I began to cry. You know that kind of crying where you can't catch your breath, and don't care who may be watching you. A very nice homeless person even came up to me and asked if I was ok.
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Oh the homeless; always there when you need then!
ReplyDeleteI think you are very brave, Miss G!