"Okay, Ms. Brismé." The doctor came into the room, greeting me. "The urine test came back positive. So, let's take a look at that uterus of yours." She tells me.
My doctor is a black woman with the last name 'Jones'. I'd found her on google when I searched up "baby doctor"?on google.
She was Carmel skinned, with a big honey blonde Afro, and fire red nails. Dr. Jones was beautiful.
Dr. Jones flipped up my t-shirt and rubbed a cold, clear gel over my stomach. There was a loud click, bringing the ultrasound machine up and running.
"Okay, let's see..." The doctor thought out loud.
As she rubbed the handheld piece of the machine along my stomach, I kept my eyes locked on the screen between us. A few moments later, there was a repeated thumping noise.
"Well, Ms. Brismé. You are indeed pregnant. I'd say about nine weeks, in fact." She told me, still eyeing the screen. And that's the baby's heartbeat." She told me, looking over at me and smiling.?