***Lauren***
"I would say you are about five weeks. Luna." Dr Moore says as he reads over the paper in his hand, "I want to send you home with some vitamins. Now, are you overly sick in the morning? Or just some slight nausea?"
Waving my hand side to side, "Not majorly sick, it's more like dry heaves and nausea. Usually, some crackers and sipping water helps."
"Good. Let me know if it becomes worse, and I can give you something to help with it. I would like to do an ultrasound today and then have you back in two weeks."
He stood up, going out of the room, only to return a few seconds later wheeling in the machine.
"Alright, Luna. If you would lie back and lift your shirt,"
Doing as he asked, "Gonna be cold." I tensed when the cold gel hit my skin. "Sorry, I wish I could warn it,"
