Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 95307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“We should go,” she says, eyeing the cart that is now overflowing. “We just came in here to look.” She eyes the cart. “It’s been what five minutes and you have this thing overflowing.”
“You might have just come to look. Why do you think I got this cart?” She gives me a beautiful smile, and her green eyes light up. Something I’ve not seen much of these past few weeks. She’s been exhausted. “However, I agree we should get moving so we’re not late getting to your appointment.”
Checkout is quick, maybe because it’s early morning, I’m not sure. The back seat of my truck is loaded down with lots of pink, and it brings a smile to my face. This weekend, we’re going to go pick out the paint so I can get started. I just need to feel like I’m doing something. Like I’m contributing to our family. Sure, I work, but as far as the baby goes, it’s all on Winnie. I need to do whatever I can to be involved and take the stress off her.
“So, I was thinking after your appointment we can go check out some paint colors for the nursery. I’d like to get started,” I say once we are in the truck and headed to her appointment.
“Don’t you have to get to the gym?”
“I do, but Chase is there today, so I have some time.”
“Are you sure?”
“Definitely.”
“You know, I’ve been thinking about what you said about moving. I think we’re good where we are, for now at least. We’re settled, and the thought of moving right now stresses me out.”
“I’d take care of it, but I agree with you. I want to get her room all set up, so you can start your nesting.”
“What?” Her giggle fills the cab of my truck.
“Nesting. The book I read said that new mothers begin to nest closer to delivery. I want to have the room ready, so you can do that.”
“What am I going to do with you?” Her voice is muffled with laughter.
“Marry me?”
“We’re getting there.” She smiles.
“Yeah?” I ask her, because more and more she’s hinting that she might be ready.
“I just want to make sure we do this for the right reasons.”
“There is only one reason, Winnie. We love each other. I think we both learned what not to do the first time around, well, except for Peanut.” I reach over and rest my hand on her belly. “We definitely need to do that again.”
“Let’s bring this little one into the world, and then we can see about siblings.”
“Deal,” I agree, parking my truck. We make our way inside, and before we are done signing in, a nurse is calling her name.
“You’re going to see Dr. Taylor later. First we’re going to start your glucose test,” the nurse explains. “You’ll have an hour before you see the doctor, so you can leave and come back. Just check in with the receptionist when you get back so we know.” She twists the lid off a small clear bottle filled with orange liquid. “I need you to drink all of this, and then in an hour, we’ll check your glucose reading.”
“How bad is it?” Winnie asks the nurse.
“Meh, not too terrible. We keep it cold, which makes it easier to take. My suggestion is to just get it over with.”
“Here goes,” she says, placing the bottle to her lips. She takes a big drink and then cringes. “It’s sweet.” She scrunches up her face. I watch her as she takes a few more large gulps and finishes it off. “Ugh, that was nasty.”
“What next?” I ask the nurse.
“Now we wait. I’ll check back in with you in an hour and draw some blood. Dr. Taylor will see you after.” She gives us a wave and is out the door.
“That was bad,” Winnie makes a face that tells me she did not enjoy consuming that little bottle of liquid.
“I’m sorry, babe. So, we have an hour,” I say trying to get her mind off of it.
“How are things at the gym?”
I go on to update her with the progress of all of our new locations, and how in the back of my mind I’ve thought of branching out even further. “More of a franchise,” I tell her. “So I would sell the name and the operation procedures, but we wouldn’t be running the facilities.”
“All Fit is your baby, you sure you want to do that?”
“No, this,” I reach over and lay my hand on her belly. “Is my baby, you are my wife, and I’m not willing to take on more and take more time away from either of you.”
She smiles. “We’ll work it out, Harrison.”
We chat about our parents, and how they’re taking to being grandparents. To say that they’re excited is an understatement. We talk about the possibility of her staying home full time with the baby. Time flies as we can an hour just for us. We both know the communication is important and what it can do to a relationship if you lose it.