Nobody's Fool

What happens in Vegas

****Meme’s POV****

Stupid, stupid, stupid.  How could I have been so stupid?  2 weeks of drinking protein shakes and no solid food completely down the drain because of me letting my body take over when Jonathan kissed me.  All of that effort wasted by a simple question asked by the nurses, “Is there any chance you could be pregnant?”  I answered truthfully that I had no idea since I had unprotected s*x several times yesterday.  They asked when my last period was and low and behold I was in my fertile period.  So, rather than chance having me undergo a surgery and possibly be pregnant, they decided to reschedule it in 3 weeks.  They told me that I could come to the hospital in 14 days and get a test to see if there is HCG in my blood work.  If there was then I would have to wait on the surgery until after I gave birth, since my body couldn’t handle the stress of creating new life and diminished about of nutrients I would be getting from what little I could ingest the first few months.  Those months are crucial to a health development of a successful pregnancy and my body would pull everything it could to give to a baby, if I’m pregnant, leaving me with nothing to sustain my health.  This is why they say that women should wait a minimum of 2 years after going through a bariatric surgery before attempting to get pregnant.  That’s how long it takes a human body to regulate and get back to processing the smaller amount of food being taken in at each meal.  One of the nurses talked to my doctor, who came in and agreed with them that it would be best to wait and see if I am in the family way before proceeding.  He told me that if my blood showed that I wasn’t expecting I could go back on a liquid diet for the week before my new surgery date.  He told me to just eat very small light meals 5 times a day in the meantime, this would get my body used to it in the future once he was able to perform the surgery.  He didn’t seem to be worried that I was actually pregnant, but he did joke and say in the future I should make sure my guy wrapped his soldier until I could get on birth control.  I was mortified.  Completely and totally mortified.  How could I be so STUPID!  They were able to reschedule my operation right then and I had to walk back out to the waiting room.  I just told the group that we were forced to change the date because of something no one could have seen happening, but I didn’t elaborate.  I just wanted to go home and crawl back into bed, ALONE, and sleep for the next 14 days.  I couldn’t talk about the reasoning behind the decision with any of them right now.  My stomach growled reminding me to get something to eat, so I asked if we could stop for me to pick up a few things.  They agreed and when we got to the store nothing looked appetizing.  I grabbed some eggs, bread, cheese, and a premade dinner for later.  I figured I could use that to get through the day and go in the morning alone to shop for more.  I still had a ton of various protein enriched liquids and powders at home that could keep me going as long as I made sure to get at least 40 grams in daily like I had been.  I could see the questions burning in Jonathan’s eyes as I told them all to go home and sleep a bit before they started shooting their TV show later that day.  I firmly closed the door in his face before he had the chance to protest and quickly put the food away before heading upstairs to cry myself to sleep. 

Several hours later, I woke up to Anna coming in my room with a tray of food.  I forgot she and JD still had an extra key so they could come and take care of my kitty cats.  She told me to sit up and put the tray over my lap, it had a plate with scrambled eggs, toast, and a glass of milk.  “I know you didn’t eat anything when we dropped you off since the carton of eggs was still full when I came in.  I’m sure the doctor told you to eat small meals until you go back on your all liquid diet.  I’m not gonna press to find out what happened this morning, I know you will tell me when you are ready.  JD is coming back with our bags, because we are staying with you to help out until you feel better.” she informed me as she handed me the fork and urged me to eat what I could.  My eyes were red and swollen from crying myself to sleep so while I began to eat she got a washcloth wet with cool water for me to put on my face after I was done. 

True to her word, she didn’t push the issue and I used them being there as a way to keep Jonathan at bay when he showed up and wanted to move in with me.  Anna even helped me convince him that it would be best for him to stay close to his twin at their house, so the production crew doesn’t have to pull him back every time they need a shot of them together for the new show.  One week has passed and I have been trying my hardest to keep from breaking down to give in to the urge for ice cream.  JD could tell I was on a razor’s edge craving sweets, but if I started eating processed sugar again it would mess me up the same way caffeine would at this point.  He surprised me by making up a smoothie for me and freezing it.  That way I could have, kinda, what I was longing for without the guilt.  It was cold, just sweet enough since he used milk instead of water to mix the powder up with.  Anna lasted 10 full days before she cornered me as I was coming back in my room from taking a shower.  I mean really, ambushing me while I’m basically naked and blocking my closet so I couldn’t get dressed until I told her what caused them to delay my operation.  I sat down, with my oversized homemade towel wrapped around me, on the side of the bed.  “I was an i***t.  That is why they had to postpone my surgery for 3 weeks.” I state bluntly.  “What did you do?  Eat something solid?” she asked.  “No, much worse.” I said as a blush formed on my face at the thought of what I had done.  “OMG!!! This is because you and Jonathan got it on the day before?  Are you pregnant?” she inquired.  “I won’t know the answer to that question for another 4 days.  They want me to come in and have a blood test done to see if I have the pregnancy hormone in my system.  If I do, then no operation for at least 9 more months because it would be too dangerous to myself and a baby.  If I don’t they will still do the pee test on the day of the operation as a backup just in case, but most likely if it’s not in my blood at 2 weeks after s*x then it won’t be in my urine.” I explain the whole situation to her including why I have been keeping Jonathan away.  I’m ashamed that I let myself go so wildly with him after vowing to myself that I wouldn’t.  I felt like if I didn’t have the self-control to keep him out of my bed then maybe I don’t have what it takes to keep to the new way of life the surgery would force me to endure for the rest of my days.  The last thing I wanted for was to fail and end up right back where I started in a few years.  Anna promised to help me every step of the way, regardless of whichever way things turned out.  4 days later when it was time to head to get blood drawn she convinced JD to go and see how his brothers were doing for the day so we could seek off to the hospital.  She held my hand while they stuck me with that blasted needle and she reminded me to breathe since I tend to hold my breath whenever I’m being turned into a pin cushion.  Luckily, instead of them having to poke me several times to find a vein they were able to get it the first try due to the weight I had already lost in the previous weeks.  Even though I was allowed to eat real food, I tended to only have eggs in the morning a protein shakes the rest of the day.  We returned to the waiting room since they were putting rush with the lab to get my results.  An hour later, I was called back into an exam area and she held my hand as the doctor came in to give me the news.