Is Karen pregnant?
Chapter
Thirty-one
Karen
sat in the doctor’s office. The air was warm and still.
‘What
can we do for you, Mrs. Edwards?’ The doctor took a sip of his
coffee and looked at her over the rim.
‘I
think I may be pregnant,’ she said quickly, before she lost her
nerve completely.
‘Well,
that’s certainly good news. When was your last period?’ He
jotted a note on the card in front of him.
‘I’m
nearly four weeks overdue now,’ she said.
‘We’ll
have to do a urine test.’ He stood and moved to the cabinet behind
his desk. ‘Now, take this pot and do a specimen for me. Just give
it to the receptionist on your way out and make another appointment
for two weeks time.’
‘Two
weeks?’ Karen had that sinking feeling inside. ‘I can’t find
out before then?’
‘Well,
we’re pretty sure you are pregnant already. The test is just to
confirm it.’ He smiled. ‘I am so pleased for you. Well done.
I’m sure your husband is delighted.’
‘He
mustn’t know!’ Karen blurted. ‘You mustn’t tell him.’
The
doctor looked startled. ‘But of course he must know,’ he said
soothingly. ‘He’s your husband.’
‘I’ll
tell him myself, when the time is right,’ she said. ‘I’ll wait
to hear the results. Then I’ll tell him.’
‘Of
course.’ He smiled again, jotting something else in her notes.
‘As soon as we know for certain, we’ll make you an appointment
for the ante-natal clinic.’ He took another sip of coffee. ‘Now,
if there’s anything else?’
Karen
stood up and put the specimen jar in her bag.
‘There’s
nothing else,’ she said.
‘Would
you ask the next patient to come in then?’ he said.
The
next two weeks dragged by like an endless nightmare. The time since
her last period stretched out into an inevitable doom-filled future
in her mind. She avoided Peter as much as possible and tried not to
think about what she was going to do. When two weeks later the
doctor confirmed that the test was positive, rather than the bottom
dropping out of her world, she felt numb.
Karen
made her way to work and was in the staff cloakroom again. When
Linda came in she took a breath and turned to her.
‘I
got the result this morning,’ Karen said. ‘It’s confirmed.
I’m definitely pregnant. Eight weeks.’
‘Well,
you knew that already, didn’t you.’ Linda said. ‘What are you
gonna do?’
‘I
don’t know.’
‘Well,
you can’t bury your head in the sand and pretend that nothing’s
changed.’ She shook her head as Karen grimaced. ‘It’s time to
make some decisions.’
‘I
don’t know what to do,’ Karen repeated.
‘Termination?’
‘No!’
Karen was sure of one thing. She could never do that to herself, or
to her unborn child.
‘Well,
what then?’ Linda looked at herself in the mirror, smoothing her
hair back off her face and clipping it in place with a hair-grip.
‘I
need to think,’ Karen replied. ‘If it’s John’s, and it must
be I suppose, then he needs to know first.’ She was hopeful that
this may be her escape route from Peter, although until this moment
she hadn’t even put it into words yet in her mind. ‘I’ll take
it from there,’ she added.
‘I
suppose you’re right,’ Linda grudgingly agreed. ‘But don’t
hold your breath. He’s working this afternoon I think.’
‘I’ll
ring him on the ward and ask him to meet me in his break.’ Karen
opened the door. ‘Wish me luck.’ She walked to the office and
picked up the phone.
‘I’ll
be in the canteen in fifteen minutes,’ John said on the phone.
‘See you in a bit.’ His voice was light and warm. Karen’s
heart skipped.
She
was shaking when she entered the canteen. John was sitting at a
table in the far corner. He smiled at her and waved. She pushed
down the feeling of nausea, took a deep breath and smiled back,
walking purposefully across the nearly empty room.
He
leaned back in his chair and looked up at Karen. ‘Hi, Karen, how’s
things?’
‘OK.’
She swallowed. ‘Only, I need to talk to you about something.’
‘Well
you’d better sit down,’ he replied. ‘You having coffee?’
‘No
thanks.’ Karen could feel the bile rising again at the thought.
‘What’s
the problem, then?’ he prompted. ‘You look pretty serious.’
Karen
hesitated a moment, then before she could think about it jumped
straight in. ‘I’m pregnant,’ she blurted.
‘Oh.’
John sat up in his seat. ‘Am I supposed to congratulate you?’
‘It’s
yours,’ Karen babbled. ‘You’re the only person I’ve been
with for the last few months, and I’m eight weeks.’
‘You
can’t be sure,’ he argued. ‘How do you know you’re
pregnant?’
‘I’ve
been to the doctor. It’s confirmed.’
‘You’re
married,’ John looked uncomfortable. ‘You must have been with
your husband, what’s his name?’
‘Peter.’
Karen felt hot. ‘We haven’t made love for at least three
months. I can’t remember exactly how long, but I know it’s not
his.’
‘I
thought you said you were on the pill.’ His face suddenly was less
than attractive.
‘I
am, but I missed a couple of days,’ she said. ‘It was about the
time we slept together.’ She paused. ‘Look John, I definitely
am pregnant, and the baby is yours. It must be.’
John
said nothing for a while and a strained silence grew between them.
Eventually Karen spoke.
‘I’m
not sure what to do,’ she said. ‘I just thought you should
know.’
‘Have
you told your... Peter?’ he asked. ‘What does he think you
should do?’
‘He
doesn’t know. I only found out this morning. I wanted to tell you
first.’
‘Why
would you do that?’
‘Because
it’s yours.’ Karen was panicking now. ‘You’re the father!’
‘You
can’t be completely sure of that though, can you?’ John asked.
‘I
can,’ Karen said quietly. She looked away, hoping that he wouldn’t
notice the tears trying to form in her eyes.
‘Well,
you’re married,’ John reasoned. ‘Even if it wasn’t your
husband’s, you could pass it off as his. If you wanted to keep it,
that is.’
Karen
swallowed. Her head was pounding. This was not going as she’d
hoped.
‘Of
course I want to keep it,’ she whispered.
‘What
about your career?’ he asked.
‘I’m
not sure,’ she hesitated. ‘I’ll work something out.’ She
just wanted to get out of the room as quickly as possible. ‘Look,
I’ve got to get back to work.’ She stood up.
‘Yeah,
well, I’m sorry Karen, but you can’t expect me to just jump in
and be responsible after only one fling with you.’ He leaned back
in his chair. ‘You could have been with anyone, couldn’t you.’
Karen
stared at him aghast.
‘Sorry,
love,’ he went on. ‘But it’s true. You should have taken more
care, shouldn’t you?’
‘Fuck
you!’ Karen glared at him, then spun on her heel and marched from
the room, the anger like a volcano erupting from within.
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