Confessions

Sara woke up abruptly in the hotel. She got a wave of nausea and need the bathroom quick. She was able to get her old job back at the lab in Frisco, but she took four weeks off to get her stuff together, find an apartment and get settled.

I must be coming down with the flu? Sara thought as she deposited contents of her stomach into the toilet. I don’t feel right, maybe I should make an appointment with a doctor, I wonder if my old one is still in town?

Sara called the clinic and made herself an appointment with her old doctor. He still had her medical records on file from before.

Sara checked in with the receptionist at the clinic. She waited in the waiting room. She had to run to the bathroom again while she was fighting off the latest bout of nausea. She was in there when they called her name.

“Sara Sidle. It has been a long time.”

“It sure has been Dr. Jamison. It has been four years.”

Dr Rebekah Jamison was a middle-aged woman. She had brunette hair that she tied up in a bun. The salt and pepper greys were beginning to show at the roots. Sara suspected that the hair color was natural. She wore straight-legged khaki pants and a v-neck scrub shirt with teddy bears on it. She wore sandals on her feet. Sara thought that this might be what her mother would look like these days. She too would have the dark hair and the sandals. Sara figured that was why she was so comfortable with Dr Jamison, she reminded her of her own mother.

“So what brings you to our office, Sara?”

“I’m not feeling well. I have been sick a few times. I think I may have caught the flu.”

“Are your periods regular?”

“Not really, but I just moved so I blamed it on the stress.”

“Sara, could you be pregnant?”

“It is a possibility, but not a big one. I’m on the pill.”

“They aren’t a hundred percent effective, especially if you were under stress, your body reacts in unusual ways.”

Sara face went white. Could I really be pregnant? What am I going to do if I am?

“I was kinda stressed out. I've had a tough couple of weeks. I had gotten suspended from work.”

“I am going to schedule a test. I will be right back.”

If I’m pregnant it’s Grissom’s. There has been no one else. He doesn’t deserve to know. I washed my hands of him when I left Vegas. Sara didn’t hear the doctor approach.

“All set Sara. We just need to draw some blood.”

Sara rolled up he sleeve while they drew some blood out of her arm. “How long will this take?” She asked pulling her sleeves back down.

“About thirty minutes.”

Sara nodded and sat there. She was literally frozen in the spot. The minutes went by slowly.

The doctor returned with a piece of paper in her hand. Sara already knew the answer. She knew she was pregnant. It all made sense now.

“Sara.” The doctor began. “Congratulations, you are going to be a mom.”