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of researching questions and methods, and everything else you need to know. So I tell him I'm all set with questions. He exits the room to allow me to undress from the waist done, giving a cheap cloth to drape over myself. When he comes back in he lays me back on the soft bench clothed in the same blue fabric I have over me, before pulling out stirrups to hold my feet into while he gives me a vaginal exam.
    Doctor Robinson continues to talk to me about my friends while he does my pap smear, and to say it’s extremely awkward is an understatement, but knowing my vagina is going to be on display for a few doctors- maybe even potential parents- many times in the near future, I breathe through the discomfort and answer his oddball questions. Which I'm sure were only to be a distraction, even if they had the opposite effect.
    When we're done and his hands are washed, we both sit back how we originally were. "Okay. I won't have the initial results for a few days, however everything seems to look wonderful. I do want to warn you, with your limited sexual history and the lack of children of your own, there are actually very few surrogacy agencies that will accept you. Many have extremely strict guidelines. However, there are the limited few that actually pay extra to have someone of your youth and health. I'll have the nurse give you a list of the ones I recommend before you leave, and when you call around, give them my name as a reference. It could still take weeks, months, maybe even years, so prepare yourself for that fact. It isn't something that is going to happen overnight."
    "I completely understand," I tell him. Even if I feel that bit of disappointment within. I know it's not going to be overnight, but I don't want to wait years. In fact, I can’t wait years. "Thank you for everything."
    "You are more than welcome." The doctor stands up and holds his hand out to mine. With a firm hand shake, he smiles nicely. "I'm pleased to hear that you're not only trying to better your future, but the future to a family you've yet to meet. You're going to go places in life, Miss Rockwell. Best of luck to you with everything."
    "Thank you." For the first time I feel pride over everything else for my decision- even if my original and main intentions aren't exactly noble, like he had claimed me to be.
     
     
    Arriving home, I have piles of homework I need to attend to. It's spread all over my bed. I stare at it, not in the mood whatsoever to do any of it. Sumner had mentioned earlier that her father had a movie premier to attend later and she wanted me to tag along. I excused myself from the fun because of the amount of homework I have, but as I stare at it, I realize that is the last thing I want to do.
    Walking over to the closet, I start to rummage through the lack of clothes I have. When I find my favorite electric blue mini dress with only one sleeve, I pull it out and toss it on the bed. I call Sumner and put it on speaker while I discard the shorts and tank top I have on.
    "Hey!" She yells over the phone when she answers. I can hear music thumping in the background, so she may not be able to hear me well.
    "Hey," I yell back. "Are you still at the movie premier?"
    "I am! Are you still doing homework?"
    I look at the books underneath the dress I'm about to pick up. I haven't touched any of them- and I'm not going to either. "All done," I tell her. "I want to join you." The way I see it is one last hoorah before my life changes for a long while.
    "Oh my goshhh," she squeals. "Yes, please do! I'll text you the address. Give my dad's name, I'll make sure you're on the list." She rushes out her words and clicks the end button before I can add another thing.
    I slide the dress over my head and pull the fabric so it fits perfectly in place. Looking myself over in the mirror, I realize it's a little looser than it was the last time I wore it- at high school graduation last June. Probably with the stress of everything in life lately. I don't