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The following blog post contains a super spoilery deleted scene. If you haven’t read the story, stop what you are doing, order it here or here (or here or here) read it, then come back to this post, or forever let this tale be spoiled.
In the first draft of “Twelve Drummers Drumming,” I included a scene depicting Autumn’s visit to the gynecologist. It was fun to write, offered a bit of humor and helped me get in the characters head.
It wasn’t until I shared the story with my good friend and beta reader Tracie Banister that I realized including gynecology in a romantic, holiday story doesn’t exactly set the mood. As she put it, “There's a strong "ick" factor to reading about stirrups and lady parts and someone's head being between the heroine's legs.”
She was right. As funny as I found this scene, it just didn’t fit the rest of the story’s tone. So I cut it. But thanks to the interwebs, I can share this scene with you readers as an extra bonus. Enjoy!
Autumn Visits the Gyno
A couple of hours later, dressed in a paper gown, I lean back on the examination table. I place my feet in the stirrups and face the wall. This part of any visit with a gynecologist makes me uncomfortable. Staring at a painting of a mountain is more appealing than watching a stranger go to work between my legs.
“It appears we have confirmation on the tests, Ms. Lawrence,” she says. “You’re pregnant.”
I sit up, forgetting to care about my less than flattering position.
“Can you tell how far along?”
“Based on the date of your last period and the measurements, I’d put you at about six or seven weeks.”
Almost to the date of our wedding.
“Would you like to do an ultrasound? Our tech is in the office, today.”
I nod and lean back on the table, trying to accept I’m going to be someone’s mom. Even after a few days of considering the probability, having a doctor proclaim I am in fact carrying a child and not fighting off a flu or bad breakfast burrito makes it more real.
Again, I turn my head when the ultrasound tech settles between my legs with a tube of jelly and wand. I focus on the screen and wait to see for myself Baby Williams.
The black and white picture appears with what must be my cervix or uterus or both.
“Your lining has thickened up nicely.”
I pull a tight grin. I assume this is good news, but what the Hell do I know? I’d messed up on my birth control pill and it took me more than a month to realize I’d missed my period. Gynecology clearly is not my strongest subject.
“And it looks like your baby is a good size.”
I bolt up again for a closer view at the little bubble on screen. If not for the technician pointing it out for me, I might have missed it.
“That’s my baby.”
The doctor nods. “That’s your baby.”
“That’s what keeps making me throw up every hour?”
The doctor rubs a hand over my back.
“Most women only experience serious morning sickness during their first trimester.”
“I have five more weeks of this?”
“Hopefully it’ll lessen.” She hands me a couple of pamphlets and print-outs, “But you can try some of these home remedies. Are you really vomiting every hour? Your blood work seems okay, but we don’t want you to become dehydrated.”
I shake my head.
“No, I’m exaggerating.” I stare at the screen. My hand once again moves to my belly. “And in the grand scheme of things, what’s a little puke when it means we’re having a baby.”
The doctor and the tech smile.
“Would you like a printout?”
“Please. Would it be possible for me to schedule another appointment for after Christmas? I’m sure it’s not necessary, but my husband wasn’t able to make it, today, and I he’ll want to…”
I trail off to stare at the ultrasound prints the tech hands me.
“Of course we can, Mrs. Williams, I mean, Ms. Lawrence.” My eyes fly to the doctor, who has the good manners to look embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I’m sure you wanted to remain anonymous, but it’s a small town…”
It was ignorant of me to pretend I could go to a small town doctor without being discovered.
“Don’t worry, none of us will say a word. We’re always discreet, but for you well…” She grins brightly and gushes more than I would’ve imagined from the woman who’d stared at my lady parts moments earlier. “I’m a big fan of Rolling Mountain. But can I say how honored I am to have you as a patient?”
About the Book
Sip your eggnog, linger under the mistletoe, and make a Christmas wish. Merry & Bright brings you six tales of Christmas cheer, featuring stories of budding romances, Southern charm, lost loves, heaps of humor, and lots of pie by authors Isabella Louise Anderson, Cindy Arora, Laura Chapman, Lauren Clark, Libby Mercer, and Nancy Scrofano. From sunny Los Angeles to the Rocky Mountains to the Deep South, Merry & Bright will take you on a heartwarming adventure you'll love to visit again and again. Wrap yourself in holiday mirth and prepare to be swept off your feet.Merry & Bright, featuring "Twelve Drummers Drumming" is available from Simon & Fig. Add to Goodreads. Buy it on Amazon, Barnes & Noble or Kobo.
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