CurlySue
P.I's Mummy
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Went to hospital for blood tests during my lunch hour. Unfortunately, the hospital I am going to might as well be a maternity unit.
I got a taxi. Told the driver where I was going and he asked "You pregnant, are you?"
How I wished he had not asked that.
"Most of the girls I drop off there are pregnant, y'see, that's why I asked, and you don't look pregnant."
No, I don't. Not like every other girl standing around looking at the knitted babywear that they sell in reception, buying teddy bears and balloons for their pregnant or just-given-birth friends.
People going in for scans. People taking their babies home in car seats. Everywhere, pregnant women that are not me.
Was standing behind one in the line when I was buying a packet of crisps in the shop. I looked at her. She looked at me. I don't think she realised how much I envied her; how much I was thinking "Why her and not me?" as she held the hands of her two young children.
Why her, having baby number 3 when I cannot even conceive baby number one?
I got a taxi. Told the driver where I was going and he asked "You pregnant, are you?"
How I wished he had not asked that.
"Most of the girls I drop off there are pregnant, y'see, that's why I asked, and you don't look pregnant."
No, I don't. Not like every other girl standing around looking at the knitted babywear that they sell in reception, buying teddy bears and balloons for their pregnant or just-given-birth friends.
People going in for scans. People taking their babies home in car seats. Everywhere, pregnant women that are not me.
Was standing behind one in the line when I was buying a packet of crisps in the shop. I looked at her. She looked at me. I don't think she realised how much I envied her; how much I was thinking "Why her and not me?" as she held the hands of her two young children.
Why her, having baby number 3 when I cannot even conceive baby number one?