UnTiTlEd

It was the cold that woke me up. I had never particularly enjoyed the cold. In fact, I detested it. At the slightest hint of cold, my skin shivered. The hair on my slim arms stood to attention. However, it felt delicious this morning. I glanced at the clock. It was only seven. I had woken up fifteen minutes before I was supposed to actually wake up and get ready for work. I got up carefully but nausea still played jump rope with my stomach. I pulled on my robe and walked to the kitchen. The morning sickness had been worse. I had gotten up with my feet already on the floor taking me to the bathroom. The toilet had been my second best friend for three crappy months. I made myself a cup of lovely coffee using grains from Vietnam. There was this brand of coffee that my mom had gotten on her visit over there. It had the richest smell my nose had ever tasted among coffee. As I walked around my small house like a hobo, I opened the blinds and was disgusted to see that it was still dark outside. I hated waking up when it was dark outside.
I went through my morning routine of trying not to hurl up my guts, brushing my teeth, and dressing. I was glad I worked at a Junior Plus size store where the smallest size was Extra large. When I hadn't been pregnant, I had been a size three but now I knew I was a size 2XL. I wasn't the type of woman who stayed tiny until the last minute and then bloop, there goes the whale. My mom had informed me that she had been the same way with me. She had gotten big after two months and had gotten bigger. I guess my little darling, male or female, was the cause of my bigness and not the fact that I ate like a walrus all the time now. I had to get up early so I could go to an ultra sound and actually figure out why the hell I was so damn big.
I would do my friggin makeup later. I would probably mess it up anyway. I glanced outside to figure out what I needed to wear and saw that it was snowing. Wonderful. At least I got to wear my cute Delicious boots. I pulled on a tank and then got on a pair of the ugliest jeans ever. They were actually pretty but I hated the fact that I had to wear 2XL in pants. Yeah, my ass had gotten that big. No, I wish! It was actually my belly that forced me into these pants. As I waddled outside, I locked the front door and carefully made my way to my too little Honda Civic. It had been small when I had been regular size. I was 5'6 and it had been pretty cramped. Now, it was tiny. I had to push the seat all the way back so that I could actually fit in the damn thing. I wish I could switch out this car for my mom's minivan. I loved that minivan. It had always gone when I had pressed the gas. It had never died on me. Thank God. I loved that car.
I swear I'm going to get a new car after I have the baby. I deserved it after rolling out of this damn little motorized clown car while pregnant with the little bastard. Oops. I rubbed my stomach gently. Mommy loves you. Mommy just gets a little cranky sometimes. Traffic was a killer and it was freaking seven fourty in the morning! What the hell was the world coming to when you got in a traffic jam at seven fourty am? I calmed myself down singing along to Amy Lee. I had compiled a CD of all the songs I liked from the woman. She was kinda getting disappointing. She had started out with a strong voice, great lyrics, and a band that could actually play and quickly and surely, her ego had destroyed her band. She had started writing some wacked out songs. I didn't even plan on getting her next CD.
There was a honk from behind me. I swear I jumped about five inches off the damn seat. I have the worst nerves in the world. It was a souvenir from my "childhood". Trying to turn around in my seat proved to be an impossible task so I just stuck my hand out the window and gave the bastard the bird. People shouldn't honk because they were impatient. It just made other people mad and caused road rage, which I was pretty prone to at this stage of my pregnancy. The car honked again. Putting the car in reverse and ramming the car behind me was very very tempting but I decided against it. I had to keep the car in good condition so I could trade it in.
Finally, after thirty minutes of hugging the air vents, the cars started moving. I was a small town girl born and bred. I had moved her to Arlington three years ago and it still amazed me to see a huge mass of cars move like one big continent down the highway. It had awed me the first day I saw it and still awed me now. I moved with the flow of traffic and found my exit in the white rain. The doctor's parking lot was packed. Dear God. Please don't let me have to sit for two hours in the waiting room with dozens of other huge, grumpy women. I didn't want to see a reflection of my body sitting across from me and I sure as hell knew the other women didn't want to see me either.
The place felt utterly wonderful as I stepped into clinging warmth. I sighed in relief. The cold had felt nice at first but then my back had started cramping which had contributed to my aggressive defensive driving. So what if I scared an old lady on my mission to be here? She had gotten in my way. I hated people who didn't use their signal when they were driving. Did they think that everyone was psychic? I sure wasn't. The wait turned out to be one hour and fourty minutes. Not quite two hours but still, I had been ready to strangle the pervert who had been sitting with his pregnant wife. He had been staring at me. I mean, come on. Your wife is fucking pregnant and you are sitting there ogling another woman? How disgusting. Rolling my eyes, I lugged my whale body up and walked to the room where I would get my ultrasound.
The gel was cold as the woman smeared it over my mound of a belly. My baby didn't like it either and kicked, rolling around, making my stomach look like something from Alien. The woman placed the wand on my skin and we both watched the screen. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I didn't think it would affect me this much but it was. The woman pointed out a pair of feet. A head. Then another head. And another. My eyes widened and I gaped. She revealed three seperate little human beings. Three little girls. I cursed, "Oh shit." How the hell was I having triplets? I didn't have the genes for them! I didn't even have the genes for twins. Then I realized that I have never asked that rat bastard if he had had the twin or triplet genes. Shit. Thank God I was having a C-section because I sure as hell wouldn't have survived a triple natural birth. I would have probably given up before I started. Not really. I would have done it but just barely.
The woman helped me get dressed and congratulated me. She gave me the paperwork that had my due date and the hospital information and stuff like that. I hated paperwork. If I could give this crap to my accountant to do then I would have done it but she only did my taxes. She had to remind me of this when I called her and asked her to do some kind of paperwork. The drive to the mall was especially stressful. Now I had to worry about three lives in addition to my own. I sure used my horn more in that thirty minute drive than I had used in my entire driving career.
My salesgirls squealed at me when I got there, crowding around to touch my belly like unpregnant women liked to do to pregnant friends. The cashier, Sarah, asked me what the baby's gender was. I corrected her, "Babies. Three girls." Their screaming almost broke my ear drums. I broke away from the group and went to clock in and put down my stuff. I was working the two to ten shift. The shift I usually worked was one to ten but I had the appointment so I would have one hour less of this nonsense to deal with. What was so fascinating about a pregnant woman, for God's sake? All it was was a fat woman! I sighed as I watched them start doing impressions of me walking. Laughing, I protested, "I do not walk like that!" They ignored me and kept on walking like a duck with a stick up its ass. Greeat...