Daddy takes his Babygirl for her antenatal checks
I live alone with my Dad. On my 18th birthday have gave me the amazing present of making me a woman. We recently discovered I was pregnant, and after my initial shock I’m finding Dad’s excitement infectious.
Last week I attended the doctor with my Dad and we had my pregnancy confirmed. Today is my first antenatal check. I head to the hospital with my Dad at the allotted time, from the main reception we’re directed to the maternity unit. As I sit in the waiting room, I look around at the mainly couples also waiting there, as Dad gives my name to the receptionist. Dad sits next to me and we wait for my name to be called. My eyes are drawn to another girl, around my age, who unlike me is by herself; her baby bump is so much more pronounced than mine. As her name is called, she struggles to her feet and waddles off to the consulting room. I can’t help wondering if I’ll get that big.
Before long my name is called. I head to the consulting room, accompanied by my Dad. There’s a nurse and the doctor. “As this casino siteleri is your first visit we’ll start by taking your weight, height, blood pressure and bloods. The nurse will see to that.” the doctor says. “Just over here” the nurse says as walks across the room. I follow her, she notes my height, weight and blood pressure. Then takes some blood. I sit back down, next to my Dad. “Now for your exam. If you’d like to go behind the screen and get ready.” the doctor says. I cringe slightly, I really don’t like the idea of being naked. Like my first exam with the doctor I strip off completely and lie on the exam bed. The doctor enters and smiles. “Now we must check everything’s OK. Knees up and legs open please?” As before I pull my knees up, then let my legs flop open, exposing my pussy. Then a finger inserted inside me and pushed up towards my cervix. I gasp slightly. “Relax!” says the doctor as he probes around a little more inside me. Then it’s over. “You can dress now.” the doctor says as he bins his gloves and turns away from me. I quickly canlı casino dress and leave the room with my Dad. We make another appointment for 2 weeks time.
On the journey home I tell my Dad I’m not really comfortable with the doctor, that I don’t like the examination. Dad seems concerned, but explains how important it is to ensure all’s well with the pregnancy and that the baby is developing well. I try to take this on board, but just can’t get past how humiliating it is having an internal exam on each visit. My pregnancy develops, I’m getting quite large. Every 2 weeks we attend an antenatal exam at the local hospital. I get a little more used to it each time. And I really want my baby to be OK, so I don’t complain.
When I’m about 6 months along I have to attend my antenatal visit alone. As I enter the consulting room the doctor smiles. “By yourself today?” he enquires. “Yes, Dad’s working away today. He insisted I still come, instead of missing a week.” I reply. I look around, wondering where the nurse is. “I’ll be taking the clinic kaçak casino this week” the doctor replies. He takes my blood pressure first, and notes it’s a little high. “Have you been feeling ok this week, not been overdoing it? Your blood pressure is a little on the high side”. I reply I have been a little busier than normal, Dad’s working away this week, so I’m dealing with everything at home myself. “We better check little one is doing ok then. If you’d like to slip your things off and get ready” he points to the screen. I head behind the screen, slip my clothes off and lie on the bed. The doctor enters and puts on gloves. As he gets to the end of the bed, I open my legs. This time he strokes my hairy mound before inserting a finger inside me. I find this a little strange, I tense. “Relax, honey!” But it’s so hard to relax when you’re naked, legs spread open and having an internal exam. Then it’s over. The doctor is peeling off and binning his gloves. But before he leaves he rubs over my baby bump. “Getting big now, honey. You’re breasts will start to fill out soon too.” I can’t believe my doctor is saying this, it just doesn’t feel right. Then he’s turning to leave. “Get dressed.” I dress in a hurry, I can’t wait to get out the door. I leave without even making my next appointment.