The Father Boy
ALA266'S CHAT. Obstetrician's practice
"It's been two months now, Doc," Nahda replied, as the doctor's hand moved the ultrasound device over Nahda's lower abdomen.
"Hmmm…." The doctor was silent and just bearded.
Why didn't her mouth immediately say that there was a baby in Nahda's womb?
"Come, I'll explain." The doctor left the USG room, giving Nahda some tissue.
I helped Nahda clean her stomach from the gel, then I held her hand as she tried to get down from the checkout gurney. I remember when I accompanied Izza in a room like this, I was afraid that anything would happen to Nahda because the doctor did not say that Nahda was pregnant.
"Please, Mom, sir." The doctor smiled kindly.
There's no assistant here.
"Am I pregnant, Doc?" Nahda sat on the chair I pulled up a little for her access.
"Married two months. Then, when's his last period?" The doctor wrote something on a map.
Apparently, he's making medical records for Nahda.
"Last one, after a week of marriage if it's not wrong." Nahda again answered.
"That means, it's been two months haven't been your period yet?" The doctor looked at me and Nahda with a smile.
"Rubber, Doc," I said later.
"Good…." The doctor closed the map.
"Mother Nahda is not pregnant. My guess, Mother Nahda is feeling the honeymoon blues. Mother Nahda thinks too much bad, making the condition of her own stress. There is a feeling of sadness and worry that weighs on Mom in particular and the couple, because they have to return to their previous work routine. Finally, because of feelings of sadness and worry haunted by daily routines, your intimacy and happiness with your partner becomes reduced. This condition can be similar to the feeling of fatigue felt after the holidays and back to real life, it is not impossible this situation akhinya cause Mother Nahda to experience stress which then affects the menstrual cycle. It could be, Mother Nahda also experienced stress because living in a new environment. For example, go with the in-laws for example." The doctor smiled wryly. "If from the use of contraceptives, it seems not yes, Mom?"
Nahda nodded faintly.
"Then…. There may be weight gain. Before getting married, how much did Mother Nahda weigh? Can be weighed again now." The female doctor got up and took Nahda to the corner of the room.
There's a digital body scale there.
"Before marriage, the cake was sixty-five." Nahda followed the female doctor.
He is tall, the weight of that does not look bulleted like biyung.
"Now seventy-two." The doctor put on a big smile, surely he wants to laugh actually.
"Alhamdulillah, happy huh, Miss Nahda? How high, Mom?" The doctor sat in his place.
My wife is heavy too. I'm seventy-five, with muscle time too of course.
"High one hundred and seventy-one, Doc." Nahda smiled and sat down next to me again.
"Well, if weight gain occurs significantly, menstruation can become irregular. This can happen because fat deposits in the body affect the production of the hormone estrogen in the body, women who have a lot of fat deposits tend to have high estrogen hormones. Increased levels of the hormone estrogen is what ultimately triggers the menstrual cycle becomes irregular. I see, ma'am," the doctor said kindly.
"But I don't feel like I have a pile of fat. My stomach just doesn't fold." Nahda pinched her own stomach.
Funny thing is this wife.
"I'm sorry, Mother. Women's PD alone, it's made up of a pile of fat. Thigh, back part, p****l, it contains fat and muscle mass. A slender back, it has fat. Moreover, the proportion of the body of Mother Nahda is fairly high, so there is no visible fat." The doctor said with a smile.
He must have been afraid Nahda would be offended. Surprised as well, Nahda felt thin. Don't know what, if the back part is wide and high. If in the position d**** only, it is quite difficult if not opened or not to click** once.
"But I'm not fat." Nahda's statement is compelling.
"I explained too, not saying that Mom was fat. It's just, maybe the fat content is excessive. You can outsmart with exercise, to be replaced with muscle mass. Exercise can make menstruation more regular."
"Different, Deck. Fat is the same as excessive fat." I poked Nahda's arm.
Nahda looked over, she was already a manyun. "What's different?" ketus Nahda is unforgiving.
Bughhhh, Nahda hit my chest slowly.
"That's why sports don't be alone!" Nahda's mother straightened out the poll.
"Yes, yes, yes." I relented, because it was bad to make a fuss in front of the doctor.
"Well, I'm prescribing some vitamins and a menstrual emitter." The doctor wrote something on a piece of paper.
"This, Ma'am, Sir. Can be redeemed up front, please. Thanks." The doctor expelled it subtly apparently.
"Good, Doc. Thanks again." I took the prescription, then took Nahda out of the doctor's office.
"I'm not fat!" Nahda stomped hard on the floor of this doctor's practice.
O Allah.
"Yes, Honey. Tall, skinny, Ceysa cake." I embrace her, hoping that her emotions will get dimmed quickly.
"See where did you try fat?!" His mouth is still grumbling.
"From the back part actually." I tried to comfort him.
I hope he is proud to have his strengths there.
"Abang is often nimpukin, gaplokin, hold-hold, mainin, it becomes big."
Astarghfirullah's.
"Your hands are often I hold not a big one!" My emotions will be.
"Whatever?! Me, me! You, you!" Nahda pinched my lips. However, her lips are soft.
It's not like this at first, it's not drama and it's not whiny. My wife is not pregnant, but her mood is like that of a pregnant woman.
Arghhh….
"Yes, Adek Nahda. Sorry huh?" Sensitive to my wife, I feel guilty.
"I'm not fat, I'm heartbroken to say my excess fat." He was still opening his doors when I opened the car door for him.
"Yes, sorry about the doctor?" I said that before closing the door.
"Why is that? Is your brother ready for the doctor? Why does it have to be a brother who apologizes?" Nahda held down the car door as I was about to close it.
"Start, just a moment." I'll get him to argue in the car.
I immediately closed the car door, then walked around. I immediately went in and sat in the steering room. I'm trying to get out the parking lot where the doctor practices first, before serving this Nahda.
"His servant, right?!" Nahda's accusation is compelling.
"No, Deck. Ex-Bab brother's just a house." Actually my head wants to explode.
My patience is not as broad as my father's.
"Sih apologized on behalf of her everything??!" He glanced cynically.
I pulled my vehicle over, not forgetting to pull the handbrake too. I catch my breath, then watch around.
How did my focus turn to seeing the streets deserted?
Well, seeing the wife getting more and more manyun. I wanted to bombard him instead of arguing with him.
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