076
JULIA
Lisa and I went back to having sex. We had sex until three AM as tomorrow was going to be somewhat of an off day. I had a doctors appointment at eleven and other than the OB, I had to buy Janet a collar and cuffs, and file a restraining order. No work unless you considered working out to be work. When we woke up in the morning, we even had time to fuck again, giving each other two quick orgasms, since Master lifted our sex restrictions.
We both went in for my appointment. The nurse was still kind of snotty. I really don't know what her problem was unless she didn't have anyone to love and I had two.
"Why isn't your husband here? Did he leave you?"
I was the bigger person, maybe. "No he had to go to LA on business. That's the nice part of being a throuple. I'll almost always have someone who can come with me."
She muttered under her breath. "Probably off sleeping with some other bimbo."
I made sure she knew I had great hearing. "He's not fucking one, he's fucking two I helped set up for him. One is a lawyer and more pregnant than I am. The other one's in her early twenties and quite the fox. I wouldn't call either one of them bimbos."
Lisa tittered.
She didn't know if I was pulling her chain or not. Or not would be the correct answer. She left until the doctor came in.
"How are you feeling?" Doctor Sturgis asked.
"Great. Taking my vitamins. Eating right. No alcohol or drugs, sufficient sleep. I have a bunch of questions for you today."
"Do you want to see if we can see the sex of the baby first?"
"That would be wonderful," I said. "But I'll ask while you're working. Lisa will keep track of the answers for me."
"Go ahead." She wheeled the sonogram equipment over, turned it on and applied some gel to my belly, my previously flat belly which now had a decided bump on it.
"Lisa and I work out every weekday. Kickboxing and weights on Monday; no combat, just kicking a heavy bag, yoga and swimming on Tuesday and Thursday, Zumba and weights on Wednesday and spin class and weights on Friday. I was wondering when I needed to lay off some of the exercise routines?"
She paused for a moment. "I'd give up the kickboxing at the end of the fourth month. You can probably continue weights for most of the pregnancy if you restrict the amount. No more than 30-40 pounds, dropping lower the deeper into pregnancy you go. You'll probably need to avoid any squats or any exercise which puts too much pressure on your baby. You can kind of let your body tell you when to give up Zumba and spin class. You get too ungainly and it won't do much good anyway. Certain yoga forms you can do until you deliver, others, the baby will get in the way. Swimming is good exercise, not too much stress on the joints, the water helps with the extra weight you're carrying. Generally speaking, the delivery will go easier if you keep up your exercising as long as you can, and it will certainly help you get back in shape afterward."
She started running the wand over my abdomen, the picture appearing on the screen. "There we are. Everything looks good so far, normal development to this point and look here," she pointed to a minuscule speck on the screen. "It looks like you're going to have a baby boy unless my eyes deceive me."
"A boy? Mas...Scott will be so happy," Lisa said. She almost slipped up. Admitting you were a throuple was one thing. Admitting you were a sex slave something else entirely. Dr. Sturgis already wondered why I wanted to be branded. If I told her it was to show my ownership to my Master, it would definitely be problematic.
"Scott would love a boy," I said. "He'd love a girl too, but a boy will be wonderful."
I let her finish up and put everything away.
"About the other item I asked about at the end of the last visit?" I asked hopefully.
"I didn't find anything that said it would harm the baby, but it may be no one's ever researched the subject before. I'd like to err on the side of caution. I never think trauma to the mother is particularly helpful to the child. If you really want to do it, wait until after the baby is delivered."
"My husband and Lisa will be happy to hear. Neither of them were happy about my wanting to do it."
"I looked at some examples, and they seem ugly to me. I think a pretty tattoo would look much nicer. I have a couple myself."
"I agree," Lisa said. "There are some gorgeous tattoos. Why spoil your lovely skin?"
I was probably fighting a losing battle on the subject. I might give it one more argument, but it would have to wait until after the baby is delivered. At that point, I could probably get the piercings I wanted anyway.
"There's one more favor I'd like to ask. There's a Hispanic girl we know, named Lucia. She was brutally gang raped by some soldiers when she was a teenager in some Central American cesspool. She had very poor medical care after the injuries and suffered damage to the reproductive organs, hopefully, not permanent, but she's having trouble conceiving. Had some surgeries and other care by some top notch people, but no luck thus far. She heard your clinic has helped with patients like her and she's been trying to get an appointment for months, but you're booked solid. More than anything, this poor girl wants to have children. She wouldn't be a charity case. She has both insurance and someone who will foot any extra expenses. Is there any chance you could see her sometime in the next couple months? Please. It would mean the world to her."
"Julia, you give me some of the toughest problems. Poor girl. I tell you what. We just had a cancellation next week on Friday from someone who unexpectedly got pregnant. I'll hold the appointment open for her. Have her doctors email me everything they have, including all x-rays, cat scans, the whole ball of wax tomorrow. No later. I'll look at it tomorrow night. If I think I can help her, I'll pencil her in for the appointment. We'll probably need some other preliminary tests done, so she'll need to be here Monday morning to start the tests. Is that a problem?"
"No, Scott is coming back from LA on Friday. She can ride with him and stay with us as long as needed. We'll make sure everything gets done."
"She lives in LA? They have some great doctors there."
"I believe she's seen them all. You might recognize the names on her medical records."
"Okay. Tomorrow. I won't hold it longer than that."
"She'll be thrilled to hear. Thank you so much, Doctor Sturgis. You're a life saver." I gave her a peck on the cheek. "Thanks for checking on the other thing for me."
"Oh, nonsense. Here's my card with my e-mail address on it. Tomorrow, hear?"
"Yes, ma'am."
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