Happy Valentine's Day (AU M/L Mat-.) ch8-8 2/13/11
Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 7:48 am

Happy Valentines Day
2011
Genre: A/U M.L. teen/mature language
Summary: Sequel…Merry Christmas To All
Disclaimer: I have absolutely nothing to do with the show “Roswell” nor any of it’s constituents…I have borrowed the characters simply because I like them.
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Liz:
Well hello everyone. I’m making coffee for Max’s breakfast right now…It’s been a month or so since Christmas and things are moving right along here in the Evans’ household. Morning sickness has arrived right on schedule and why, excuse me a minute, need to get the filters down out of the pantry…to continue on here…why in the name of all that’s good do they call it morning sickness? It’s beyond my comprehension because I think the thought of food, the smell of food and the mention of food makes me ill all day long. I was worrying about gaining fifty pounds when Maria and Tess brought Danish over practically every day when I had my sore toe but believe me, whatever I might have gained has long since disappeared.
When I say ill I am being very kind to you here people…very kind. I think our water bill has doubled in the last month because I have flushed the toilet so many times and I know that they’re going to have to drill another water well for the city before I’m finished. Mmm, need to pick up more coffee filters next time I’m at the market. Anyway… poor Max… I don’t know whether to kill him or kiss him, he is trying to be supportive and so helpful but every time I get sick I look at him and moan. I know, I know, I want this as much as he does but when does he get to suffer? That’s all l want to know here…it just doesn’t seem fair people! He enjoyed making this baby and… well I did too,(insert sigh) but he will enjoy all of the great things our child will do, and again the big “but”, when does his suffering start? Tell me that…oh God, excuse me, here I go again!!!
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Well…I’m back. We still haven’t shared the news with anyone yet but if the “MORNING” sickness keeps up they will know, believe me they will know… no one will have to say a word, all they have to do is look at me. My eyes are sunk into the back of my head, my hair is disheveled, it has no shine and I look like the Wreck of the Hesperus. Maria and Tess still drop by regularly and if they’ve guessed anything they haven’t said a word. Oh, one thing they don’t know though is that I have taken a temporary leave of absence from work so don’t tell them… they don’t show up on those four days of the week and that’s a good thing. On the days I know they may come by I make sure that I haven’t eaten any breakfast and I keep herbal tea in the coffee pot instead of coffee. I make Max’s coffee in the small four cup coffee maker and wash it immediately after he pours his second mug because the smell makes me ill, I haven’t told him this little bit of information because he likes his coffee in the morning, I gave up drinking the stuff about six weeks ago.. So far I think our secret is safe but I wouldn’t be taking any bets on how long that is going to last, not the way I’m feeling here…not at all!
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Max:
God, we’ve got to find something that is going to calm her stomach down. The poor thing is in the bathroom the biggest part of the day, she’s lost weight and she hardly has the energy to stand up. I’ve checked with every doctor on staff, I’ve checked with the pharmacy and I’ve read every medical book I can get my hands on to find some remedy but so far nothing has helped her…I even called Amy and asked her if she knew of some herb that would help and of course had to side step the inquisition that came with it, I know where Maria gets it from that’s for sure, I lied like hell to keep our secret, I only hoped it worked…told her it was for a little patient of mine.
This all started about six weeks ago and the first time she started retching I thought she would turn her intestines inside out…but in the past two days she can’t even keep water down and it’s getting worse every day. She really had a serious ‘blow out’ the other morning…God, I thought she’d choke to death before she stopped.
We have an appointment with her OB/GYN next week and I have had a couple of conversations with her regarding Liz’s “morning sickness” and explained to her that she can hardly keep a glass of water down let alone food and she said that some pregnancies are like that and didn’t seem too concerned but I’ve got news for her…I’m concerned and we need to come up with something to help her and soon.
I get the impression that Liz thinks I don’t care about all of this but that could be the farthest thing from the truth. I just want to help her and I feel so useless. You would think, that after all of the years in medical school that I would be able to manage a simple thing like an upset stomach. Although, it was explained to me by many doctors in the past few weeks, she does not have an upset stomach, she is pregnant. What the hell’s the difference I ask you? She’s throwing up constantly!
We still haven’t told anyone yet and Liz wants to wait and see how this situation turns out before we make an announcement... I think she’s afraid of a miscarriage and I really hope that doesn’t happen. She has wanted a baby for so long and it would be such a disappointment if something happened, especially now and after the pain she suffered with that toe of hers at Christmas time with no pain killers just to insure a healthy baby, well I’m praying, that’s all I can say. She’s a fighter though and I’m so proud of her but this situation is just terrible. We figure that she should complete her first trimester by the middle of February. According to all the ‘know it alls’ she should be pretty much past this phase soon…we shall see.
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Liz:
Well unbeknownst to Max, I don’t want to worry him, I made an appointment with Jane my regular doctor…I don’t care what all the pros say, this is not normal. I don’t want to upset Max needlessly and we won’t do any sonograms or really intense baby stuff without him but I really need some help, I can hardly find my way to the bathroom I’m so tired and worn out from all of this. Maybe I’ll just lay by the toilet all day and I won’t have to try and get there…save time and energy…what do you think?
I meet Maggie, the receptionist, just as she is opening the door and she smiles her happy smile at me, I just want to throw up on her, and then her face shows signs of shock and that’s when I know that I’m not making a mistake by being here and I feel guilty for wanting to mess her up. She can’t hide the surprised look with her cheerful chatter no matter how hard she tries and I still want to throw up, not necessarily on her but the thought is stuck somewhere between my brain and my throat.
When she gets all of the lights on and the various machines up and running she looks up at me and asks what time my appointment is for because I’m not listed in her book. I smile, it’s forced, and tell her that Jane told me to be here at 8:30 and she’d meet me, that we spoke last night. Maggie was a little surprised but didn’t indicate out loud but I knew, this was unusual.
Jane went to Harvard with Max and me and we’ve known each other for years and although my line of work is more research it’s still in the medical field whereas Max and Jane are both medical doctors. Jane is in general practice and Max is pediatrics in case you might have forgotten.
Just as Maggie and I straightened out why I was there Jane walks in and smiles at Maggie and indicates to me that I should follow her back to an examining room. She takes one look at me and asks…
“My God Liz! What in the hell is wrong with you?”
“I’m pregnant and I haven’t kept so much as a glass of water on my stomach for the last two days. I know I’m getting dehydrated…there’s no way I can’t be and Max has read everything he can get his hands on as well as questioned everyone he comes in contact with and they all say it’s normal…but honest to God Jane, there’s nothing normal about this. I’m so weak I can hardly stand up and I don’t want to concern Max about it just in case I’m being a baby.”
I rush the words out and then I almost pass out from exhaustion…
“Good Lord Liz, you’ve never been a baby about anything and Max knows this, now don’t be ridiculous. The first thing we are going to do is get you over to the hospital and pump some liquids and nourishment into you then we are going to run some tests. How far along?”
“Well, we figure right around Thanksgiving or a little before, so maybe 11 to 12 weeks, no longer.”
“Okay, are you seeing Abby?” Abby is my OB/Gyn. She’s in the same complex as Jane and she also attended Harvard with us.
“Yes, I have an appointment for next week.”
“Fine, we’ll get her on the phone and have her meet us at the hospital along with Max. We aren’t going to put the baby in any jeopardy but we aren’t going to put you there either. If you aren’t healthy this baby won’t be healthy and you’re smart enough to know that so… you have to quit keeping things from Max. That’s isn’t a good idea Liz. You may have a doctorate but you don’t practice medicine so quit self diagnosing. It isn’t good for any of you.”
Now that I’ve been properly chastised I answer…
“Okay you old grouch. Are you going to come over to the hospital with me or do you just want me to meet Abby over there?” I was trying to be chipper about all of this but God was I tired.
“I’m going to check my schedule and make sure that none of my appointments are life threatening, which I doubt very much that they are, and then I’ll have Maggie call and reschedule everything for this morning. Then… I am going to drive you over to the hospital myself. I am also going to tell Abby and Max to reschedule their appointments before they meet us there. I don’t trust you.”
All I could do was just sit there in the chair and agree with her. I was too tired to argue.
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