I got pregnant during the first month of internship. Why would I do such a durn fool thing? Well, I didn't do it on PURPOSE! It was a mistake! Yes, I know, I know, I was a doctor. Not to mention a grown woman. You'd think I'd have known by then how these things work, right? You'd think I'd know how to prevent this particular predicament, right?
Right. However. Sometimes life throws a curve. You see, I was "regular" as clockwork up until that month. 35 day cycles, on the nose. Years and years of them, without fail. We counted on them. Literally. We counted days and acted accordingly. (Hey, come on, nobody wants to use a condom ALL the time!) And it worked. Well, up until now.
Did you know that stress can mess with your menstrual cycle? No sh*t, Sherlock. I guess I must have had some stress or something. Let's see...finishing medical school, selling our house, moving to a new state, finding a new house, starting internship...gee. Wonder what I had to be stressed about? Go figure.
Once I realized that 36 days had gone by with no period, and then 38, and then 40, I got scared. I slunk into the clinic lab and confessed my sins to Chloe, the lab tech. I begged her to test my urine for me on the QT. The rabbit died. The "x" lit up blue. It was positive. Chloe, shaking her head, agreed not to broadcast the news, and I left in a daze to tell my husband.
He was excited. I was terrified. I was sure they'd kick me out of the program. Who ever heard of a pregnant intern? Who ever wanted a pregnant intern? They'd laugh in my face and send me packing, I was sure of it. Could I hide it? Should I try? Fake my way through in baggy scrubs until there was no denying it, and then at least I'd have a few months of training under my belt before I got the boot?
No. Honesty was best. I'd suck it up, tell all, and take the consequences. Shaking, I called to make an appointment with The Boss.
We showed up at his office early the next morning, my husband and I. Freshly showered, snappily dressed, and nervous as hell.
"So." The Boss smiled at us. "What's up? What's going on?"
Taking heart from his smile, I drew a deep breath and dropped the bomb. "I'm pregnant."
Here it comes, I thought. Walking papers. Pink slip. Sayonara, Spencer. I closed my eyes and waited.
"Well!" The tone of that "Well!" yanked my eyes open. He was beaming! "Congratulations!"
The wave of relief carried me on its crest all the way to D. day.