Having heard that piece of good news, I sucked up enough courage to ask the question I really wanted to know and why I had kept this appointment right before the cruise. If I was going to execute "operation boy toy."
"Uh, doctor," I began as I cleared my throat, "am I still young enough to get pregnant?"
She looked at me below the rims of her glasses again and said, "Only if you have sex." Ha! So the doctor did have a sense of humor.
I walked out of the doctor’s office with a spring in my step, happy to be exactly where I was, where I had come from, and where I was going. And I was meeting Maggie for drinks. My reward for following through on the appointment most dreaded by women everywhere.
I mean, I walked in there feeling confident, and came out of there feeling confident but in-between going in and coming out was another story. But all of that was behind me. It was time to enjoy the anticipation of embarking on a new adventure.
This scene didn't make the final cut for the novel Real Women Wear Red--which is full of Cyn's adventures.
