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Mrs. Angelina Weasley (clipped_wings) wrote in snitched,
@ 2009-06-16 18:11:00

Entry tags:

character: angelina weasley, character: fred weasley

who: Angelina, Fred and a muggle doctor
what: finally seeing a doctor about the baby
where: Edinburgh, Scotland
when: Tuesday afternoon
rating/status: PG13?/Incomplete

Getting around was going to be more difficult now that she was pregnant. No more apparrition was going to be possible. She had to use a portkey to get around or they'd have to figure out some muggle means. Today it was a portkey. These were the parameters within which Angelina thought about her pregnancy right now. Concrete things like transportation, and how not being able to apparrate could be potentially VERY dangerous. The fact that her waistline was already starting to show itself to be a little bit larger, her tummy a little less flat. Not enough that anyone but Fred (and maybe Leanne) would probably notice, but it was there. She could tell when she stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, looking at her body in profile. Her belly stuck out a few inches beyond her hipbones.

She hadn't started to think about things in terms of the future. When the baby was born. Since they hadn't seen a healer or doctor yet, she didn't even know exactly how far along she was. Her due date was going to be sometime between late November and early January, she knew that from simple mathematics, but she had no idea what week. She knew that the morning sickness that had been an on-again, off-again issue for the past couple of months seemed to have pretty much subsided. She'd gotten off easy as far as that was concerned, she hadn't been sick every day or anything. Just a couple times a week.

Girl or boy? She hadn't thought a lot about that, either. Thinking about her pregnancy as an actual baby was still hard to do sometimes. A little bit out of her realm of comphrehension. She wasn't stupid enough to think that the result was going to be anything but a child, but it was difficult to imagine that she and Fred were going to be parents. A mum and dad to a little Weasley.

Today it was going to get a little bit more real. Angelina was nervous, sitting in a scratchy gown on the exam table of an OBGYN's offic in Edinburgh. She was trying desperately not to bite her nails, but it wasn't working well. That old habit she'd quit a thousand times and then started back up again was again in full swing, and she couldn't help herself. The doctor would be in at any moment. A nurse had already taken her blood pressure and she'd gone to a lab to get blood drawn. A band-aid was on her arm right now. She didn't like needles, she'd decided. Healers didn't have to use them and she thought muggles should really find another way around it.

She stopped herself from biting her nails, taking a deep breath and reaching out for Fred's hand, smiling nervously. "I dunno what I'm so worried about," Angie said, her voice quieter than usual. "Everything's going to be fine."

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fredtastic
2009-06-17 01:15 pm UTC (link)

Fred was staring at a large poster on the wall. It was a drawing of a woman's vagina. Why in the hell would there be a picture of that? Fred knew what one looked like. Okay, so he didn't know all the names that were printed next to various parts, but still.

He didn't notice Angelina reaching out for him at first. "Huh? Oh. Yeah, it's going to be fine." Taking her hand, Fred pointed to the picture. "This makes it look far more complicated than it is."

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clipped_wings
2009-06-17 01:32 pm UTC (link)

Angelina squeezed his hand a little and laughed as she looked over the pictures. "Who knew there were such big names for all of those parts?" she asked. "Hell. Who knew there were that many parts at ALL?" She shrugged and pulled a piece of gum out of her pocket, popping it in her mouth. Was better than biting her nails, after all.

A knock on the door made her jump, and overreacting like that made her laugh at herself. When the doctor came in--huh, it was a bloke. For some reason she'd been expecting a woman, but whatever--she took a deep breath.

"So, Mr and Mrs..." he looked down at the chart. "Prewett. You believe that you're expecting?"

Um, duh? Why else would they be here. Angelina had to swallow back a snarky comment because hello, captain obvious here? "Yeah. Not sure exactly how far along but I think at least a couple months."

"Well, the tests came back positive, which shouldn't surprise you too much." He launched into a whole load of information about pregnancy and the first few months that Angelina couldn't quite process fast enough beacuse she was grinning. She really was pregnant. I mean, duh, she'd KNOWN that but a real doctor was telling her so, and that was different.

"Since you're not sure exactly how far along you are, do you want to do an ultrasound?"

Angelina had no idea what that was, but she had to pretend she was a muggle obviously, so she nodded her head. "Sure," she said, looking over at Fred.

"Okay, lie back on the table," he said, and had her undo the gown around her belly so that he could squirt some (cold) gel onto it. He had a strange device connected to a monitor that he pressed against the gel.

And there on the screen was... a blob.

"Looks like you're nearing the end of first trimester. You're probably around twelve weeks exactly, from the estimated dates you gave the nurse. Growth rate looks normal and..."

As he changed angles, he pursed his lips.

Angelina's heart leapt. Was something wrong? She squeezed Fred's hand a little tighter and waited for someone to say something. The blob on the screen didn't look like a baby and maybe it was SUPPOSED to...

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