Doctors, Donors, Drivers (invitation, Meegan)

"No, I said it so that you would understand that I don't hate your invention, just the idea of using a penis to inseminate you. I figured I's use the most willy man I know. And don't worry, Jeff has no desire to spread his genetic material to any flower anytime soon."

'Wow, way to mix metaphors.' She moved their arms down until they could hold hands and she chuckled as Rachyl's echo of her thoughts. "A car or maybe even an SUV, but I will not ever be owning a mini-van, love. "

She returned Rachyl's smile. She was right it was going to be amazing. They entered the plushly appointed waiting room of Dr. Amanda Oestricher, and Meegan walked with Rachyl up to the receptionists window.

Realization dawned on Rachyl's face. "Oh."

"I dunno," she said, "I kind of like the Cruiser. Of course," further realization crashing against the logical beach in her brain, "I should probably get my own license... I mean I shouldn't rely on you doing all the driving for me. Though," and her un-adorned lips curled into a grin, "I do enjoy having you chauffeur me around!"

The office was more plush than she expected. Most doctors in New Jersey had uncomfortable chairs, horrible quality or ancient magazines, and no music. But Dr. Amanda Oestricher's office had soft chairs with rounded edges, white with gentle pastel colors woven in. A table situated at each of three groupings of six chairs was piled high with magazines. The dates looked current. And there was soft celtic music playing from speakers she suddenly noticed hiding behind twin ficas trees in the corners.

Large signs on the near-bulletproof thickness glass caught her attention as they waited for service.

"Have a pleasant day!"

Eventually the glass slid open, and a weathered old woman said, "Can I help you?" Rachyl replied, "Rachyl Walker here for 9:30am?"

"Please sign in, and take the pink clipboard, fill it out, and take a seat."

Rachyl replied warmly, "Thank you!" The old woman seemed to soften slightly and smiled just a little bit. Taking Meegan's hand, she sat them down near the window.

"I'm glad I made her smile," Rachyl said as she started writing.

Meegan sat with Rachyl and watched as she began to fill out the stack of papers. Meegan put a hand on Rachyl's when she pulled out her insurance card. "Um, you know I'd rather the only records be with the doctors. The insurance company can stay in the dark about all of this. Okay?"

Rachyl put the card away, and Meegan wasn't sure how she felt about it, but she appreciated that Rachyl would respect her wishes on this. The fewer people out side of an intimate circle that knew, the better. Meegan needed to sit down with PR soon. She sighed, pushed the thought aside and pulled a small thick book from her purse. "1001 Baby Names."

"I bought this yesterday. Want to look through it with me?"

Rachyl commented, "Midway between M and R is O or P. Midway between R and M is B or C, if you were to look at the alphabet in a circle. Olivia? Petunia? Brenda? Cassandra? Ollyollyocksandfree? Precious? Babs? Catherine?"
Meegan glared at her. "Can I hurt you now?"
Snickering, she replied, "Oh, come on, I'm stretching here. I'm so named-out right now it's not funny. Coming up with a name for a specialty dildo that'll never make it to market was tough. That voided me of two weeks of naming."
Meegan arched an eyebrow.
Rachyl pleaded, "Please, please please tell me we're not going to go for Celebrity Strange, with this name."
"Um, no," she comforted Rachyl, "that's just a publicity stunt and I've had enough of those. I like Ayanna," she said, moving the name picking along by flipping through the book, "which means beautiful flower in African and Lily."
Offhandedly, Rachyl said, "Oh, God, I hope she's taller than me. I'd feel so bad if my daughter was shorter than me."
Starting off the list, Meegan said, "Danica means Morning Star in Hebrew."
"Eh, too Wonder Years."
Laughing, Meegan continues flipping as Rachyl said, "Keep that one in mind, but for now, no."

"So why are we paying cash?"
"Well outside of less records to break into, as I am a public figure, we also don't have to worry about insurance company bureaucratic nonsense regarding female partners with babies. It's also kind of why I'm hoping for a daughter," she rationalized, "because it would be weird with boys and there might be trouble later with the CPS, if we had a boy."
Questioning, Rachyl asked, "CPS, CPS... CPS? Child Protective Services?"
Nodding, Meegan replied, "Yep. I'm sorry I don't know what they call it up there."
"Jersey calls it Dyfus. Well, DYFS. Department of Youth and Family Services. It's an evil word."
Meegan nodded, paying more attention to the names book. "I like Paige or Payton so far."
"Payton with an A or an E?" Rachyl tried to read the names over her lover's shoulder.
"With an A," said Meegan.
Rachyl shook her head. "Give it an E, and it'll look better written down."
"Hmm," considered Meegan. "You might be right. You're keeping track of these?"
Rachyl nodded and dug paper and a pen from her purse. "Petunia."
"No. Belle, Bethany, Piper, Prudence?"
"No, that takes us down the road of 'Charmed' so no. Even though Piper is hot, no."
Arching an eyebrow, Meegan flipped back to the Cs and continued, "Cadence, Cady, Camdyn?"
"Uhm, no. You've never been to Camden in Jersey, have you?"
"No, but I've been to Camden Yards in Baltimore."
"Big difference. Still no."
"Cara, Callisto, Clara?"
"No."

"How do you feel about E names?"
Wondering briefly why they were worrying so much about names before the method of impregnation was even finalized, Rachyl said, "They're okay but all I can think of are Evelyn and Elizabeth."
Meegan rattled off a few. "Elana, Elisa, Ekaterina, Erika with a see or a kay -"
"No."
"Eve or Eva."
"No."
"Annmarie."
"Too... no, just no."
"I really like Abigail," Meegan said.
"It's on the list," Rachyl indicated with her penpoint.
"Hannah."
"No. Hannelore."
"No. Heidi?" Meegan counted the names Rachyl had on her list. Four - Abigail, Peyton, Heidi, and Piper... Arching an eyebrow, she said, "I like Abigail Peyton." Flipping a page, she said, "Ivy?"
"No, too heavy horror-movie implications. Which last name will the child take?"
Meegan pondered a moment, closing the book and losing her page. "Crap. Well, we should hyphenate it or something."
"Walker-Masters?"
Nodding, Meegan explained, "When the child's old enough he or she can choose. Or..." A grin spread on her lovely lips, baring her perfect teeth for a moment. "You could change your last name and that would take care of that."
Rachyl laughed, an exaggerated "hahahahah!" and ended with a sharp glare and a sudden "no."
Feigning a pout, Meegan said, "Kyleigh. I also like Keegan, but I've only met boys with that name."
"No, considering you're Meegan, it's kind of weird."
Out of thin air, Rachyl pulled, "Winifred.
Sharply, Meegan retorted, "No!"
"Oh, come on," Rachyl simpered, "Winnie? Fred? Nifre?"
"Nifre? Puh-lease. Nadia."
"Too Russian."
"Naomi."
"Ooh, I like it, but no. Niobe?" She shook her head before Meegan could respond. "No, too Incarnations of Immortality."
Meegan nodded. "And too... not upper middle class white celebrity. Nicolette."
"Ack, no. Think Nicolette Sheridan."
Again Meegan nodded.
"Francesca. Patricia."
"No, and no. People might call her Pat."
"But there's also Patty and Trish."
"Ew and no."
"Mortisha."

"You're not serious," Meegan gasped.
Rachyl quirked her head. "Sure. Call her Tish!"
Rolling her eyes at Rachyl, who responded with a tongue sticking out, Meegan turned a few pages of foreign names.
"I'm guessing," Rachyl clarified, "that we're avoiding days, months, and seasons."
Meegan nodded. "Raina."
"Seasony."
"Right. Rebecca, double-see. Riley, arr eye ell ee why."
Rachyl corrected and jotted, "Rebeckah, bee ee see kay ay atech. You know, I'm just remembering my mom, Renee, her mother was Ruth, and her grandmother was Rachel with an ee. I wonder if Rs run in my family's women." She pointed at another spelling... "Rileigh."
"I like Brooke, but I'm afraid you'll call the poor child Brookie."
"Me?" Rachyl was almost aghast. "I don't think so. You're the one who called me Rachy once, and that just won't fly. So uhm no." She poked the middle of the pages they'd gone through and ended up at the Ms. "Michelle."
"No. Ryan."
"No. Rianne?"
"No. How about..." She turned to the S pages. "Sage. Like the herb? Never mind."
"Saffron!" quipped Rachyl.
Laughing, Meegan turned that down, throwing out, "Parsley!"
Likewise giggling, Rachyl replied, "No, but maybe if we got Dill a brother."

They sat in relative silence for a few minutes, still perusing names. "Why are we still looking? I like Abigail Peyton."
Rachyl retorted, "Yeah, that's one name for one baby, and that's your one choice. My turn."
"Oh, yeah." Meegan gave a resigned sigh, as if to say that all choices should be her choices.
Rachyl's hand flashed out and bapped Meegan's thigh with the back of her hand as if to say 'it's my body that'll be carrying our baby!'.
Meegan snerked and smacked back. Back and forth they smacked each other for a few moments til Meegan said, "Sarah with an H." After a moment's reflection, "No, with no h."
"I'm partial to the H, but no either way." She took possession of the names book and flipped to W. "Wade, Wendy, Whitney, Wynne."
"No." Meegan playfully snatched the book back. "Star, Stormy, Skyla, Shohanah. That's actually spelled like Shoshanah, but the second S is silent. Stephanie."
"No, no no no. No." Rachyl wasn't too fond of Esses.
"On to the Tees! Tabitha, Taylor, Tatum, Tara. No, scratch off Tabitha."
"Tallulah."
Meegan stared at her as if she had two heads. "Why?"
"It means running water in Sioux, I think." Rachyl's Native American languages were fuzzy after all this time, but some verbiage stuck because it was pretty.
"Oh. Well, no."
"Tamara."
"Tammy? Mara? No. Tempest."
"Uhmmm... no. No weather."
"And no jewels, so Topaz is out."
"Besides," Rachyl tried to rationalize, "How would you nickname Tempest? Temmy? Tempy? Pesty?"

Meegan glared at Rachyl. "Veronica?"
"It'd be a cute homage, and she'd have an automatic unofficial auntie, but we wouldn't be able to fully tell her who she was named after til she got old. If ever. Speaking of she, why are we dealing with girls' names first?" Rachyl pictured telling her daughter, 'Yeah, sweetie, you're named after your auntie Veronica, who we used to have lesbian orgies with.' Snickering, she shook her head to clear that thought.
"Call it intuition, call it hopeful wishing, call it more fun than figuring out boys' names."
"Oh. Uma."
"I thought we said no celebrities?"
"Oh, right."
"Victoria."
"No."
"No plants, so Violet is out."
Rachyl nodded. She realized she'd been sitting in the exact same position for... she checked her cell's clock. The half hour they'd been waiting. "Wow." She stood to stretch, and sitting back down crossed her right ankle under her left thigh and leaned on Meegan somewhat. "Yardley."
"Cute, but no. Xena?"
Rachyl snickered. "I'm not even going to pretend you're serious. If we go with that we might as well consider Gabrielle. Which I actually like, by the way."
Meegan agreed, "I too like Gabrielle." She looked down at Rachyl's list. "So we have either Peyton Abigail or Gabrielle Elizabeth?"
Rachyl's head shook fervently, her ponytail flailing, her annoying curls dropping into her vision. "no. NO no no. Initialize Gabrielle Elizabeth with our last names, and think about it. Then do Peyton Abigail."
Meegan spoke aloud, "PAWM. GEWM. Uhm, never mind." Sighing, and taking the book back she continued, "Emory? Anna? Isabelle?"
Rachyl nicknamed Isabelle. "Izzy. Eh. Not so much. Bailey?"
"No."
"Blaine, Blaire, Bianca. The triplets I knew in High School were Brandi, Krystal, and Shaina. Bryce? Too computer-software-y. Buffy."

Meegan's head snapped up after having shook her head for the first six of the last choices, then snickered at the seventh. For the eighth, though, she looked around to see if anyone had heard her. "I don't think so."
Rachyl took the book back from Meegan and, sticking her finger in the R pages, kept paging through.
Meegan giggled.
"Rileigh Danielle... Eh."
"Eh is right. I like Rileigh, but isn't the spelling you chose," she asked, indicating the paper, "how the city is spelled?"
"No," Rachyl corrected, "that's arr ay ell ee eye gee atech."
"Oh. Then how about Rileigh and something very feminine like Catherine or Julia or Anne. Kathleen."
"Rileigh Catherine, nickname Arcee..." Rachyl shook her head. "Feminine middle names are good, but we want something with a hard break, like Kathryn Michelle. More forceful for discipline." She winked.
"How did your mom manage, then, if you don't have a middle name?"
Rachyl shrugged. "She always used my full name."
"Makes sense."
"Rebeckah Faith. No, wait, I don't like the K. Rebeccah with two sees Faith."
"I don't like Faith. Perhaps consider Hope if you go the hippy route."
"Of course you'd be all familiar with that, seeing how much older you are than I am."
"Not even a full year, you wench!"
"Hey, keep it on the lowdown with that wench stuff, we haven't even been to a Ren Faire this year. You owe me one," Rachyl reminded.
"Whatever."

"I'm also thinking of cadence and how it flows off the tongue. Rileigh Anne might work, but I don't like Anne."
"Rebeccah Cadence is too many syllables," Meegan noted, counting on her fingers.
Rachyl shook her head. "No no no, you misunderstand. Cadence as in rhythm, not Cadence as in name."
Meegan blinked and laughed. "Abigail Peyton. Abigail Peyton Walker-Masters. Cadence."
Rachyl nodded. "Rachyl Walker. Cadence."
Meegan offered, "Rebeccah June."
Rachyl shook her head again. She was shaking her head so much she was worried she'd create a tornado with her ponytail. "No months."
"I know no months," Meegan assented, "But that's pretty."
"Eh." Rachyl wasn't convinced.
"Rebeccah Jane?" Meegan was overhelpful.
"Could call her Junebug for a nickname..." She started idly drawing on the paper.
Meegan almost squeaked when she latched down on Rachyl's hand as it began circling Rebeccah June. "How cute!"
"So, your girl name is Abigail Peyton, and mine is Rebeccah June."
Meegan nodded fervently. Rachyl crossed off the remaining names, wrote both names in a clear spot, and stuffed the page into her purse. "We can worry about boys' names at the next doctor's appointment."
Meegan arched a well-defined eyebrow at her and nodded. Then she started. "Wait, what about Abigail's nickname?"
"Abby?"
"No, no, not her nickname-nickname. Her cutesy nickname, like Junebug."
Rachyl started to open her mouth when Meegan interrupted. "Peyton kind of sounds like Payday, which is a candy bar. Candybar... Snickers! We could call her Snickers!"
Pursing her lips gently, Rachyl tilted her head. "How about Peanut?"
"Peanut! Yes! Yes yes yes!"

"Rachyl Walker." A nurse had opened the only door that lead from the waiting room. The nurse was about Meegan's height with her curly brown hair pulled back into a ponytail leaving a fringe of banges on her slightly tanned forehead. She wore mauve scrubs and white tennis shoes. She was plump, but not overly so. Meegan figured a few weeks of walking after dinner every night would take care of it. She liked Marie. She was sweet and kind and sympathetic. She also kept the instruments warm.

They stood and approached the nurse, both with smiles.

"Meegan! Hi. Ya'll come on back." She was also from Texas, and said ya'll a lot. Meegan found it charming.

"Hi Marie. How are you and your girls?"

"Growing like weeds. We're in here." She showed them into an exam room. There were paintings on the walls, and a few things attached to the ceiling. A curtianed off changing area and the mauve exam table was in a reclined sitting position.

"Ok Rachyl, let's get your weight and other vitals and we'll go from there."

"Rachyl Walker." A nurse had opened the only door that lead from the waiting room. The nurse was about Meegan's height with her curly brown hair pulled back into a ponytail leaving a fringe of banges on her slightly tanned forehead. She wore mauve scrubs and white tennis shoes. She was plump, but not overly so. Meegan figured a few weeks of walking after dinner every night would take care of it. She liked Marie. She was sweet and kind and sympathetic. She also kept the instruments warm.

They stood and approached the nurse, both with smiles.

"Meegan! Hi. Ya'll come on back." She was also from Texas, and said ya'll a lot. Meegan found it charming.

"Hi Marie. How are you and your girls?"

"Growing like weeds. We're in here." She showed them into an exam room. There were paintings on the walls, and a few things attached to the ceiling. A curtianed off changing area and the mauve exam table was in a reclined sitting position.

"Ok Rachyl, let's get your weight and other vitals and we'll go from there."

Rachyl decided right away she liked this woman. She looked like what she imagined her aunt would look like, if she knew she had one. She slipped off her shoes and ducked out of her jacket, which she handed with her purse to Meegan.

"Well, I'll tell you right off the bat, Marie, I haven't grown an inch since seventh grade, so I'm still five foot zero."

She stood on the still-analog black and silver scale, fiddled with the counterweights, and while it bounced she flipped the height level and rested it on her head. 5'. It was both heartening and saddening. Rachyl loved her height; she just occasionally wished she were a little taller.

The more surprising measurement was when her weight settled in at 118.5 pounds. The exercise, good eating (minus the Chinese they'd ordered to replace those rock-hard cheesesteaks) and sex-on-demand had to be good for her.

She turned to Marie, quirking an eyebrow playfully. "Five foot, one-eighteen and a half. What's next?"

The nurse replied, "Well, when was your last ohbee-geewhyenn visit?"

Rachyl stopped mid-step and nearly stumbled as she climbed off the scale. "Wow, four years ago?" She looked at Meegan but realized her lover wouldn't know. "Four years sounds about right."

Marie indicated she sit up on the exam table; Rachyl hopped up with a little difficulty. "Sorry dear, we left the stools in the other rooms. I'll bring one back before you have to get back up there."

Rachyl smiled gratefully. "What's next?"

"Well next, since you're a new patient here, we'll do heart rate, beepee, then you get to give me a cup."

"Oh, goodie." Rachyl crossed her hands below her belly and pulled her sweater off. She straightened her camisole, legs dangling over the edge of the table, and said, "Bring it on."

Smirking, Marie unhooked the stethoscope from around her neck, situated the earbuds, and "hah"ing on the disc, listened to Rachyl's heart. First in front, then in back, with the requisite deep breaths and without. "Okay, next..." She turned to a drawer near the door and pulled out a bloodpressure cuff. Wrapping it around Rachyl's arm, she slid the stethoscope disc beneath the fabric. Quickly inflating it, she listened as the air hissed out. Jotting a couple numbers in the chart on the counter, Marie picked a sample jar from another drawer. She handed it to Rachyl. "Fill that up, cap it."

Rachyl nodded and disappeared into the bathroom. Pants down, cup open, aim, release. Close cup, pants up.

She returned to the exam room having left the jar in the bathroom. "Want me to get changed now?"

Marie nodded, jotting on the page, and said, "There's gowns in the box just inside the changing area."

Rachyl glanced at Meegan and disappeared behind the curtain. Stripping completely, she pulled out a gown and slid into it. It was a standard hospital-style gown with long wimpy ties and a long opening... which for this visit's purposes she needed to have in front. Exiting the changing corner, she hopped up gracelessly onto the table just as Marie returned with the stepstool. Rachyl apologized, "Sorry, I'm used to hopping."

Marie smirked and in her accent replied, "No worries." Into a drawer in the table she reached, and pulled out a blanket. "For your legs."

Thanking her, Rachyl shivered and tucked an annoying curl behind her ear. Marie informed them the doctor would be in soon and left, closing the door behind her. Rachyl turned to Meegan. "At least it's mostly warm in here. The last ob/gyn I went to, it was freezing."

"Dr. Oz is cold blooded, so she keeps it warm in here. Speaking of, her hands are always cold, but she apologizes profusely."

Meegan smiled at Rachyl and shifted uncomfortably in her chair. She'd never been in one of these rooms with anyone else. Her very first GYN visit had been on her own, when she was eighteen and her regular physician suggested it. Fortunately she didn't have much time to dwell on it as there was a cursory knock on the door and Dr. Oestericher stepped in.

"Oh, Hello Meegan." She turned to Rachyl, with her chart in one hand and the other outstretched. "Hi Rachyl. I'm Amanda. Tell me why you're here and then we'll get started."

The small woman, no taller than Rachyl, sat on the doctor's stool, and put the chart on her black linen clad lap. She reached up and tightened the ponytail her dark blonde hair was in and a smile formed on her warm round face.

Rachyl shook the proffered hand and smiled. "Hello Amanda! It's a pleasure to meet you. Meegan said your hands are always cold. It must be a profession requirement but I tend to like cool hands." She winked playfully.

Without so much as a sidewards glance to Meegan at her right, she beamed widely. Swinging her legs somewhat, her smile could have lit up Chicago as she said, "We want to have a baby!"

Amanda smiled in return. "Well that's great! How do you plan on becoming pregnant?"

Rachyl replied, "Well we've investigated artificial insemination, in-vitro and such. I even came up with a great idea to be marketed for women in our position for assisting with artificial insemination, but it was indicated it might just be a little far-fetched. Anyway, I think we're willing to try most anything."

Amanda arched an eyebrow, nodded and continued her questioning. "Are you using any form of birth control or disease prevention? Have you had in the past or do you currently have any sexually transmitted diseases? Chlamydia, gonorrea, warts, herpes, HIV or AIDS? Have you had any other non-disease issues like yeast or urinary infections?"

Rachyl shook her head. "No to everything really. I stopped taking the Pill over three years ago, and well, birth control isn't really an issue with my partner. I've never had any diseases and as I've only recently become active sexually again within the past 8 months, I've not been tested since. However, I've had no outward symptoms so I'm pretty confident there's no issue in that area."

Amanda looked a little concerned. "Why is it you stopped taking the Pill, and why haven't you been having a regular annual checkup?"

"Well, Amanda, I'll be honest." Rachyl had been expecting this question, but she still felt her throat and chest tighten as she prepared to answer. She couldn't prevent herself from reaching out for Meegan's hand for support and strength as she stated as plainly as possible, "I was nearly gangraped about three and a half years ago, and after the ensuing medical and forensic examinations decided I wasn't going to have another Pill or examination until I needed it. Deciding to have a baby wasn't even a speck of dirt on the windshield of my imagination at the time, but we figured it would be a good idea to go the whole nine yards to make sure my parts are clean, clear, and working." Clearing her throat, she couldn't help but chuckle, "Well we know certain aspects of them are working. And no, no yeast or urinary issues."

She squeezed Meegan's hand tightly and retracted her hand as Amanda nodded. "Alright then." The little blonde doctor unlatched the stirrups and flipped them into place. Swinging around in her chair, she washed her hands in a sink in the corner counter, and pulled out a pair of gloves. Snapping them on, she moved back to the table in front of Rachyl's legs. A small rolling tray of tools was pulled out of the table below Rachyl's feet. Reaching out, Amanda assisted Rachyl with placing her feet in the stirrups.

Kind of.

Rachyl's foot caught the edge of the tray, sending tools flying in a clattering of metal and plastic. "OH my! I'm so sorry!"

Amanda shook her head and calmed and soothed Rachyl. "No no, think nothing of it, it happens sometimes." Standing, she collected some of the tools and put them back on their tray. Setting the tray on the counter she removed her gloves and opened the door. She disappeared for a moment and came back with a neat tray of tools. She set the tray on the counter and helped Rachyl's feet into the supports before returning to the new tray and setting it on the stand beneath the table. "I'm going to examine you visually first, then we'll be using the speculum."

Rachyl nodded. While she wanted to watch, curious, she also wanted to be comfortable, so she leaned back on the table. She pulled the blanket up, and felt Amanda spreading her legs. "Shave, wax, laser?"

Surprised at the question, she tilted her head back to look at the doctor. "Laser, every three months."

Amanda commented, "It's a good job. You know being pregnant you probably won't be going back so you'll get a little scruffy?"

"That's fine," Rachyl wasn't too picky. She just enjoyed being bald.

"Alright, looking good so far. I'm going to use the speculum now."

"Okay." Rachyl stretched her lower body just a little and closed her eyes to prepare for the contact. A small click, and contact...

FREEZING COLD FRIGID CONTACT! "Holy SHITbomb that's COLD!" Rachyl couldn't help but exclaim an expletive and jump more than slightly at the shock.

Meegan jumped at Rachyl's exclamation, and was forced to bite her lip to keep from laughing. Poor Rachyl, the doctor had been forced to used cold instruments, because the warm ones were sitting on a tray cooling by the sink. Even the warmed lubricant hadn't been enough to prevent that cold contact. Well at least the swabs and brushes weren't cold.

"You ok, Rach?"

Meegan jumped at Rachyl's exclamation, and was forced to bite her lip to keep from laughing. Poor Rachyl, the doctor had been forced to used cold instruments, because the warm ones were sitting on a tray cooling by the sink. Even the warmed lubricant hadn't been enough to prevent that cold contact. Well at least the swabs and brushes weren't cold.

"You ok, Rach?"

Rachyl dissolved into giggles, as she saw the sheepish and embarassed look on Amanda's face. "Oh, I'm fine, it was just really colder than I expected, and I'm so sorry Amanda, I didn't mean to surprise or scare you!"

Feeling a blush rise on her chest and cheeks, she brought the blanket to her face to keep the unconstrained giggles buffered if only a little bit. "If you need me to calm down a little, I'll try my best," she offered as Amanda nearly glared at her, a smile quirking at her lips, leaning on one arm, holding the speculum as to say, "so what next?" Rachyl nodded and took a deep breath. "I'm good. Go ahead."

The exam continued in due course. Rachyl wasn't uncomfortable with the stretching - after all, Meegan's hand fit quite comfortably inside her - but it was still a little cold. The swabbing went quickly, and the manual exam wasn't too uncomfortable.

"Everything feels physically okay. Nothing's out of place. You should probably schedule a mammogram sometime soon, and we'll have the results from your tests inside a couple days. The lab won't pick up specimens today because it's a holiday."

"Must be nice to be off." Rachyl winked at Amanda.

She stood, tossed her gloves into the trash and pushed the tray back into the table, Marie would take care of it when prepping the room for the next person. She washed her hands and opened Rachyl's chart. She spent a few minutes charting the exam, then looked up at them with a smile.

"There's a few things we need to go over. I'm going to order some full spectrum blood tests for you Rachyl. It will test every thing from your t-cell count to your liver functions. They'll draw five or six vials, I can never remember which. I'm also going to prescribe a prenatal vitamin I want you to start taking right away. The more vitamin and mineral rich you are the easier it is to get and stay pregnant.

Now there are a few other things you should know about Artificial insemination and IVF, both are very expensive procedures and neither are guaranteed to work. I'm going to give you guys some reading material. Please be sure to read every bit of it before you chose your next step.

I have the names of two very good sperm banks. They have impeccable records and very good customer service. After your first attempt you need to make an appointment for two weeks later, then four weeks later for pregnancy tests. I recommend you do them here and not at home. Home tests can be misleading.

I am also going to give you the names and blank referrals to the city's top two infertility doctors. Now keep in mind that that is what they are called, but they work with women like yourselves often. You'll need to go ahead and schedule an appointment with them now, just so you have one. Otherwise it could be next year before you get in. And if the A-I works then you can just call and cancel.

Any questions?"

She closed the chart and looked expectantly at the two women. Meegan shook her head. She was just happy everything seemed in working order with Rachyl. Rachyl shook her head as well and the doctor pulled out a script pad and filled it out. Smiling, she handed it to Rachyl.

"I'll have Marie draw up orders for blood and mammogram, while I go pull that material for you. Oh and Rachyl you should get into the habit of drinking one six ounce glass of orange juice every day. It provides needed calcium and potassium that new fetuses need. Go ahead and get dressed. I'll be back in a few minutes."

With that the doctor walked out and closed the door behind her.