“Mrs. Clemonte, is this -” I sucked my breath in, turning slightly so I could see the new assistant.
“One second, ok?” I groaned, that had come out way harsher than I’d intended, and it was only her third day here. Everything was getting on my nerves today, and this headache wasn’t helping at all. It was some of the not-so great side effects of taking birth control to regulate my periods, which made the rest of the treatment more effective. One glance at my phone let me know I only had to be here for 30 more minutes, and then I could go home. Layla Reilly was our newest assistant, she was here for an after school internship, and she was 16 years old. Gosh, I’m more than 10 years older than her, isn’t that crazy?
“Ok, Ms. Reilly, what was it?”
“Um, for the posters, we have either Mayor Deanna in the blue suit, or in the purple one.”
I suppressed my feelings to yell at her about how stupid it was to need help on this decision, it was the same plumming picture just with a different color suit! Watcher!
“The purple one, it stands out more against the background,” I replied.
“Thank you ma’am,” Layla said. I took a deep breath and walked back to my office, sitting down in the soft chair. I used my hand to prop up my head and looked over at the stack of papers I was meant to be going through. I reluctantly slid them over and just pretended like I was reading them over. The clock ticked – one second – two seconds – three… it wasn’t long before the steady ticks were annoying the crap out of me, each one sounded like someone pounding on the door. Oh Watcher, I can’t do this today. I stood up to walk out, which just made my head throb more.
“Damn it,” I muttered, and continued walking out to the staff lounge, there was coffee there. Wait, does coffee even help with headaches? Can I even have any if I’m trying to get pregnant? I sighed, deciding to just take a water bottle out of the mini-fridge and sit down on the sofa. I closed my eyes, and the cold water going down my throat gave me something else to think about for a few seconds. I hadn’t even taken any medicine today since I didn’t know if I could take my usual medicine. Watcher, this is really too much. Thank gosh there’s no clock in this room, or I think I’d have to leave early. I’m calling the clinic tonight to see what kind of medicine I can take, if any.
“Adelaide,” I heard Noemi say, and I just wanted to tell her to go away. She and I were really close, she was probably my closest work friend, but I just couldn’t handle this right now. Instead, I opened my eyes and said, “Hey, Noe.”
“Girl, what’s up? You seem out of it,” she said.
“No, I’m okay,” I replied. We weren’t telling anyone we were doing fertility treatments yet, since it was a personal thing that we didn’t need everyone’s opinion on. It’s stressful enough already.
“You’re definitely lying. Come on, I know you.”
“Fine. I’m just not feeling so well today.”
“Hey, hope you feel better. I’ve gotta go, though, see ya.”
“What?” I said, confused, “I thought you worked till 9 today?”
“Yeah, but the hubs is picking me up early today. We’re having some couple time before Deanna comes tomorrow. Gosh, why couldn’t they have the baby shower at someone else’s house, like hers?!”
I tried my hardest to look indifferent when she mentioned the baby shower. Her sister Deanna hadn’t had to go through all this stuff to have her kids, and I felt a pang of jealousy. I hadn’t even started the Lupron injections yet, and I was already feeling trashy. Anyway, Noemi’s told me all about the drama going down. Her and her sister have an interesting relationship, to say the least. They’re close, but in a different way than Lexie and I. They’re not best friends, but they still trust each other with secrets. It meant Noemi told me her sister was pregnant with her second child, when she hadn’t even planned to have a second kid, back near Harvestfest, right Deanna called her and told her about the pregnancy. Her relationship with her parents isn’t that great, since they care mostly about getting grandchildren and not as much other important moments, and they don’t understand why Noemi and her husband haven’t had kids yet.
“Yeah, anyway, gotta go, Adelaide! See ya later,” Noemi said.
“Ok,” I replied, laying my head back on the sofa. I managed to get through the remaining 20 minutes without anyone bothering me, thank goodness.
“I’m going home now, it’s 5,” I said, leaving the building.
“See you Monday, Mrs. Clemonte,” Layla Reilly said.
“See you,” I said. The cool air surrounded me as I stepped outside, invigorating me for the ride home.
“Hey, Adelaide,” I spun around, which my head did not like at all, to the sound of my wife’s voice.
“Dani? What are you doing here?”
“I’m surprising you! I’ve got something to show you, get in the car!” I got into my own car, but the passenger side, as Dani insisted on driving.
“How’d you get here?” I asked, hoping whatever she was showing me was at home. The thought of my bed was the only thing that kept me going today.
“Lexie drove me,” she replied, threading her fingers through mine, “well, it’s pretty far, so you should take a nap or something. You look tired. I brought you other clothes to change into, they’re in the back.”
I nodded, glad I could finally rest for a little while.
“Here we are,” Dani exclaimed, waking me up. I opened my eyes slowly and blinked. I couldn’t see much but trees, trees, and more trees. What’s more…it was raining. I could hear the pitter patter of raindrops hitting the car, and I saw them hitting the ground.
“I got us a weekend vacation to Granite Falls! I know you’ve been really busy this week, and I thought it would be nice to have a little break, you know?” Dani smiled, adding, “Thank goodness I brought the umbrellas, right?”
I smiled weakly, wishing I was at home. I wished I felt like enjoying a nice weekend like this, but I didn’t. I felt like yelling at her that I felt like trash and just wanted to be at home, and wanting to yell at my wife made me feel like crying. Gosh.
“This is perfect,” was what I said instead. I knew I really needed to get my (possibly non-existent) acting skills on right now. I refused to make my wife feel bad about this when she just wanted to give us a nice weekend together. It wasn’t her fault I hadn’t felt very good all week. After all this, I dreaded what it would be like taking Lupron. Apparently it get worse, and I could hardly do my work already.
“See, it’s just going to be us and nature. Nature’s amazing, isn’t it?” She went on about nature’s beauty for about five minutes, and I would typically listen, I just wasn’t in the mood today. When we got to where we were staying, I actually had to hold in a sigh. We weren’t even staying in a cabin, we were actually camping, which, once more, I would’ve enjoyed… but not right now.
“Ok, I brought everything we need to make hot dogs.”
“I’m gonna check out the tent,” I replied, crawling in, squeezing my eyes shut, and exclaimed, to keep the act up, “This is a nice tent!”
I heard her reply, “Oh, I know, right?”
“Yeah,” I said, closing my eyes. It seemed like I’d just laid down when Dani announced the hot dogs were ready. I sucked in my breath and let it out. And for a second I thought about just telling her that taking the birth control pills was really messing me up and I felt crappy, because I just didn’t feel like I could keep this up. Watcher. It wasn’t my wife’s fault that I didn’t feel like doing anything right now. She was trying to do something nice, you know? I’m going to enjoy this weekend for her. And this? How bad I feel? This is for our future little son or daughter. I’m going to at least pretend I’m enjoying this. And with that, I walked out of the tent, forcing a smile on my face. I hope it looked real enough.