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    “Gran!”
    She held up her hands. “Okay, okay, I need to know the routine, it’s not like when I was young, Honeybee.”
    “You can come in at the sonogram part,” India answered. “No looking at my hoo-hoo, and who calls it that anymore?”
    “Civilized people do, dear,” Gran said simply.
    “No, they call it a vagina,” India replied with a laugh.
    “Well then, aren’t we progressive.” Gran sighed.
    India was in a definite good mood as they maneuvered through the traffic to Manhattan. It was six weeks since she had found out she was pregnant, and today was one of the good days when she wasn’t worshipping the throne, aka toilet. This was the first appointment she could get and from what the nurse said it was better to wait anyway. They didn’t want it to be early so they couldn’t hear the heartbeat or find the baby on a sonogram. From the date of her last cycle they estimated she was about twelve weeks, or three months along.  While she worried and fretted, Mikael was nothing but supportive and came to her apartment every day he could get off base.  She was so lucky that she had no nurseries scheduled for another month.
    The name of her business was Fantasy for Baby and her last nursery creation was for a banker and his wife at their penthouse apartment in Manhattan. The check was a big one and kept her bank account flush. But when she opened the paints she used to create the artistry on the walls, one whiff sent her promptly to the bathroom in a tizzy of dry heaves and sickness.
    Mikael had brought baby books and they sat and read them for hours, and from what they read she should be feeling better soon. Hopefully in the next four weeks she could get back to work. Mikael wanted to put her on his insurance and all that good stuff, hell he wanted to get married right away much to their grandmother’s delight. But she was adamant about waiting. A baby or a contract from two very crazy grandparents did not a long lasting relationship make. If they were going to be married at any point in their lives it would be their choice.
    She found a parking spot in the parking deck that was next door to the doctor’s office, and she and her grandmother took the elevator down from the fifth floor of the parking deck to the street. The weather had gone from crisp spring chill to warmer May temperatures. Summer was on its way and the New York streets would be filled with people shaking off the harsh winter. She looked forward to it but dreaded it at the same time. Heat waves in the city were notorious for making people miserable. How much worse would it be while pregnant?  She signed in and sat with Gran until her name was called.
    Gran patted her hand. “Call me for the good part, Honeybee. I’ll keep myself entertained with last month’s People and Vogue until you send for me.”
    The nurse gave India an amused look. “Your mother?”
    “Grandmother extraordinaire,” India answered.
    “She looks feisty, I’m Rhonda by the way,” the nurse said as they walked through the doors. “I’ll probably be the nurse-midwife you’ll deal with through your pregnancy. We like to make your pregnancy as special as possible and make sure you’re comfortable with one doctor and one nurse throughout instead of the constant revolution in other clinics. Unless we’re sick or there’s an emergency get used to my friendly face.”
    “That’s great, this is my first pregnancy and I’m very nervous,” India said.
    Rhonda smiled. “Don’t worry, you’re in good hands with Doctor Peters. Now, let’s get you weighed in and urine sample, blood drawn, and a full work-up before you see the doctor. Then we’ll check your cervix to make sure it’s all nice, tight, and closed firmly before the sonogram so we can look at the baby.”
    India gave a nervous laugh. “That’s sounds like a lot.”
    “First appointment is always like this but the rest will be a breeze, trust