Mrs. Angelina Weasley (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} clipped_wings) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} snitched,@ 2009-06-16 18:11:00 |
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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."
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."