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It really is unfortunate how shitty spiro can be, because the idea that there's an antiantrogen drug that ALSO makes you piss constantly sounds like it would be a gift to the most precious angels to grace our planet. Alas.
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It really is unfortunate how shitty spiro can be, because the idea that there's an antiantrogen drug that ALSO makes you piss constantly sounds like it would be a gift to the most precious angels to grace our planet. Alas.
I LOVE my cancer depression anxiety stick <3 :)
It's so amazing and fantastic and definitely doesn't immediately make me feel worse physically and mentally <3 :)
It's so fantastic and good for me that's why I hit it so consistently and often, plus I definitely still get those funny head feelings just like when I started <3 <3 :) :)
You'd think something so blatantly terrible for me, with literally no benefits, would be easier to quit, but alas :/
Haha a lass, that's me :))
I'm the lass :)
One addicted to nicotine apparently <3
Omg if I don't quit this year I'll have been hitting this shit for a third of my life, that sounds lame, I should have it not be that way.
Lost Chapter 51 A Lass
AO3
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“You ready for this?” She nods, her hands positioned over the baby bump. Today she will see her child and find out it’s gender, if all goes as planned.
A portable ultrasound machine is being brought out. She can’t go to the clinic herself, not with her psycho husband still free. The midwife is coming to her.
“A home visit. Quite wonderfully quaint.” She says with a laugh to cover her nerves. If she knew Black Jack’s plans, if it is a girl, she would be more stressed. Fortunately, those plans are hidden from her.
Jamie laughs with her. “That it is.” As no pelvic is needed, her and Jamie’s bed is the optimal spot to do the exam.
The midwife, Ann, arrives right on time. Her security detail verifies her identity before she is allowed through.
“It feels like I am seeing to a celebrity.” She says as she is escorted to where Claire and Jamie wait.
“We cannot be to careful.” Is Angus' growled reply.
“Now Angus, the lass was just saying how unusual all this is, is all.” Jamie comes out to take her to Claire,” Sorry about all this but…”
“No, I understand. If the father..”
She gets no farther. “He is nae the father. Just her husband, unfortunately. He does believe himself to be and is a danger.”
“But he is not. I was inseminated.” Claire says from where she sits on the bed. “Long story. I am Claire. You must be Ann.”
“Yes. “
“Come in Ann. We are not as crazy as we seem. Promise.”
She does and they give her a thumbnail sketch of what is going on.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph! What an awful thing to have to go through. Let’s see if it affected the pregnancy.”
Her hand reaches for Jamie. “Could it have?”
“Stress is no good in pregnancy. So yes, it could have. You have had no bleeding, no cramps, no severe pain anywhere?”
“No, nothing like that.”
“Good,” she takes a seat on the edge of the bed, beside her, “How is your appetite? Are you able to eat amidst this insanity?”
“I am actually. It is pretty good.”
“The nausea of the first trimester has passed?” She nods. “Any unusual non food craving?”
“No. Not non food.”
“Wonderful.” She had been examining her as she asked her questions, taking vitals before measuring the size of her uterus. “You are measuring 14 weeks, as you should be. Your blood pressure is a bit high. I imagine that is due to stress. I will take it again before I leave. Ready to see your baby?”
“Yes very.” She lifts her shirt to just under her bra and slips her pants down enough to expose all her bump.
“This will be warm.” She squeezes the gel across her abdomen. “Okay, here goes.” The wand is placed on her and she starts to move it around. “I am measuring amniotic fluid first. The amount can be affected by stress.” She moves the wand around and they watch an underwater landscape appear. “all this is just the fluid that is under the baby.” A bit more movement and they see a foot. Claire’s gasp of awe breaks the silence.
“That tiny foot!” Ann smiles.
“It is amazing, isn’t it?”
“Brilliant simply brilliant!”
“The fluid levels are down a bit but not enough to be to concerned about. You need to drink more fluids. That should be enough to correct it.”
“If it isn’t?” This comes from Jamie.
“99% of the time it does. Let’s not worry mammy about that one percent.” Don’t stress her! Is what he hears. He nods. “Ready to see the rest of your child?”
“Yes please.” She moves up farther.
“Leg, other leg, belly, chest, ah, the face and hands. Enjoy watching that beautiful face as I get measurements. Then we will see if we can determine gender.”
She sees parts of her face. The nose, ears, the shape of the lips. Tears run steadily down her face as she sees her child for the first time. Beside her, Jamie is unashamedly doing the same. Ann moves the wand to take measurements of the leg bone. As the biggest bone in the body, it can tell her a lot about the fetus' size which helps her determine it’s overall health.
“Okay mammy, the baby is measuring a bit small. This is nothing to be concerned about. It could mean that it is just going to be short. The growth could catch up. Over half the pregnancy is left. Otherwise, be have perfectly healthy baby here.”
“Thank God!” Claire blows her breath out.
“No let’s see if we San determine what you are having.” She moves the probe over to between the infant’s spread legs. A bit more movement and, “A lass. No question.” Claire didn’t realize how bad she wanted a girl until then. The relief she feels brings shivers.
“Yes! Oh my beautiful daughter. My lovely Julia Jamie.” Jamie starts and looks at her. “Julia after her grandmum and Jamie after her daddy.”
“Claire, you don’t have to do that.”
“I want to unless, you don’t want me to?”
“No, it is an honor. Thank you Claire.”
Entropy :)
That's basically one of the basic characteristics of being a man. I'd rather let a lass kick the shit out of me than touch her.
My friend Josh. <3