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Adam's pregnancy
by Melissa Tawn
Adam Domanski considered himself to be lucky to have all of the
opportunities he had in life. His father, the late Prof. Wlodzimierz
Domanski, defected from Poland at the height of the Cold War by
singlehandedly stealing a light plane and piloting it to Denmark, flying
very low to escape detection by the Polish and East German radar. After a
short period of newspaper and television fame, he settled down to the
relative obscurity of teaching chemistry at a small American college, met
and married a Polish-American woman, and fathered one child, Adam, who
was brought up in a household which was both deeply conservative
politically and very Catholic. The language of the house was Polish, and
Adam grew up speaking it fluently.
Adam was a good and serious student, who met and married a good Catholic
girl, Mary-Ellen McCarthy, while both were undergraduates. They were
virgins until their honeymoon. After he graduated with honors, Adam went
on to law school, where he had achieved good grades, but -- to admit it -
- did not find much satisfaction in the minutae of the law. One day, one
of his law professors called him into his office and asked Adam for help.
The professor had been doing some consulting to an American corporation
which was trying to sign a very large export deal with the Polish
government, and urgently needed some legal documents translated from
Polish to English. Did Adam know anyone who could do it? Adam offered to
do it himself, and found that he had no trouble at all finding the
precise translations of the legal terms. He even liked the task, and was
very surprised when the professor insisted on paying him at the going
rate -- over $5000 -- for his work.
The word got around and soon Adam decided that he had found his vocation.
He left law school at the end of the year and opened an office for legal
translations. First, between Polish and English, which he did himself.
Later, he added a young Russian-American lawyer, Olga Yablokova, who
handled legal translations between Russian and English and an Afro-
American woman, Tracy Green, who had a master's degree in Slavic
languages from Georgetown University and several years' experience in a
government agency (best left unnamed -- as she put it) before she decided
to leave Washington after her husband died on assignment for the same
unnamed agency. Since Tracy had no law background, she acted as office
manager in order to free Adam and Olga to concentrate on actual
translation work. Clients would talk to her first, and would usually be
startled when she conversed with them in fluent Russian, Polish, or other
Slavic languages. Since she was also a generation older than Adam and
Olga, she soon became the office "housemother," helping everyone with
their personal problems as well. When Adam's father died suddenly of a
stroke, she comforted him and helped him get over the loss and the pain.
Finally, Maria Wajch, a young lady just out of highschool, joined the
group as secretary and general gofer.
Adam and Mary-Ellen were very much in love, and that love grew over the
years, though it was accompanied by one deep sorrow: they did not have
any children. Many years and dollars were spent on various doctors and
spiritual counselors, but to no avail. Finally, after many tries, Prof.
Harrison at the University Hospital pinpointed the problem -- a
malformity in Mary-Ellen's womb which prevented any fertilized ovum from
developing. There was hope, however, albeit rather slim: the doctor
suggested an experimental technique whereby an ovum from Mary-Ellen be
fertilized by Adam's sperm in a laboratory, and them implanted outside
the womb, where it could develop in its own sac. The baby would then be
delivered by Caeserian section, when the time came. This procedure, he
explained, had been successfully tried on sheep and cows. but had never
been done on humans. His team, however, had obtained permission to
attempt it and, if Adam and Mary-Ellen were willing, the cost of the
procedure and followup treatment would be covered from their research
grant.
After a lot of soulsearching and prayer, and after consulting with their
family priest, they agreed. Three months went by, as Mary-Ellen was
extensively tested. Then, the day finally arrived. In separate rooms,
Adam contributed sperm and Mary-Ellen contributed ova. They were told to
wait for two hours to see if the laboratory fertilization was a success.
Having nothing to do, they decided to go to a coffeeshop across the road
from the hospital, to get something to eat. They were so excited, they
held hands and had eyes only for each other. As they crossed, they did
not see the car, driven by a highly intoxicated dirver, which ran a red
light and was headed right towards them ...
----
When Adam woke up, he was in a hospital bed, with one leg in a cast and
traction and his head and left arm heavily bandaged. He felt terrible.
Next to him sat his mother, and Father McQueen, his parish priest.
Crying, his mother filled him in on what happened: Mary-Ellen had been
killed outright in the crash, and Adam had been uncoscious for over 24
hours. There appear to be no major injuries, but he would have to remain
in the hospital for at least another three weeks. (He was lucky that the
accident occurred right outside of the hospital, so that he was rushed
into ER immediately, which was probably what saved his life.) He could
not even get up to attend Mary-Ellen's funeral. Needless to say, Adam was
crushed, and even Father McQueen's kind manner did little to comfort him.
It took almost a week before Adam's grip on reality returned, and he was
able to think straight about his situation and about the future. His
mother and Father McQueen had been daily visitors, as had been Olga,
Tracy and Maria, who assured him that the work at the office was
continuing with no problems and that he should feel free to take as much
"leave" as necessary from the pressures of work. The couple's many
friends filled the room with flowers and kind words about Mary-Ellen and
there was talk of memorializing her contributions to various church
activities.
And then, a week after the accident, Prof. Harrison and his assistant,
Dr. Anne Mayberry, came to visit, bringing a major problem that had to be
solved immediately. Everyone, it seems, had forgotten about the original
purpose of Adam and Mary-Ellen's visit to the hospital -- the fertility
treatment. The lab tests had shown that Mary-Ellen's ovum had. indeed,
been successfully fertilized, and the embryo was now developing. It was
time, imperatively, to make a decision what to do, since the embryo could
not be kept alive in the laboratory for more than a few additional hours.
Adam's eyes immediately filled with tears -- it must be allowed to live,
so that it will be, in some sense, the continuation of Mary-Ellen's life.
Was there not any other woman in whom it could be implanted?
Dr. Harrison explained that there would be no chance of implanting the
embryo in a stranger -- the body would reject it. The only hope was
finding somebody which a close genetic identity to the parents.
Unfortunately, Adam was an only child, and Mary-Ellen had two brothers,
but no sister. Adam asked for a few moments to consult with Father
McQueen. It was the priest's opinion that, from the Church's position,
everything should be done to save this living thing struggling to be
born. There seemed to be no way out, and he and Adam both turned to
silent prayer and asked for guidance.
Finally, Adam came to a decision. Calling Dr. Harrison back into the
room, he asked, "Can you implant the embryo in my body?"
Dr. Harrison was startled, but admitted that it might be possible. "Then
do it," said Adam, "Mary-Ellen gave her life so that child might be born;
I cannot have its death on my conscience."
Things moved quickly. Within two hours, Adam had been sedated and
transfered to a gurney. When he was returned to the room several hours
later, he was still unconscious, but there was an additional scar on his
abdomen, where the embryo had been implanted in a sac next to his
intestine. Now it was a matter of waiting to see what would happen.
----
For another three weeks, Adam remained in the hospital, immobile in his
bed while his leg and arm healed. Twice daily, members of Prof.
Harrison's team visited him, took blood and urine samples, and sometimes
scanned him with various exotic machines. Finally, when he was ready to
leave, he was taken in a wheelchair to the office of Dr. Mayberry, who
would be directly in charge of monitoring his progress.
"Call me Anne," she said, "We are going to be seeing a lot of each other
for the next nine months. How do you feel at the moment?" she asked with
a smile.
Adam said that he didn't feel anything special, and was sure that the
implant had failed.
"No," said Anne, "it worked. You are, as best we can determine, pregrant.
The embryo has built its sac around itself, and is developing as one
would expect. Your body is undergoing many changes, without you feeling
them. Our tests show that it is producing a large quantity of female
hormones, estrogen and progesterone -- this is necessary in order that
the baby develop properly. You will notice the changes in a few weeks,
when your breasts begin to grow. The areolas around your nipples will
enlarge and darken too. This is necessary as your body begins to prepare
itself towards breastfeeding after the baby arrives. In general, expect
that your body will also become more feminine. Your voice will change,
and so will your psychological reactions. You are also going to feel more
tired. That too is normal. Also, be prepared for the possibility of
nausea in the morning or at other times during the day. The important
thing is to eat properly, get plenty of rest, and be prepared for what is
coming. I will be seeing you as often as you need me to, but certainly
twice a week, because we want to keep a very close record of your
physical changes."
Adam just sat there, not knowing what to say. He looked at the floor, not
at the doctor. Anne smiled. "I know you suffered a great loss, Adam, that
nothing can repair. But you also have elected to have the unique chance
of bringing a life into the world, and be part of that wonderful miracle
which God has given to the human race. So be proud of yourself, hon, and
carry your baby with love and dignity." She gave him a booklet from
pregnant mothers, and a swift hug, which he did not return.
Adam's mother drove him back to his house. He sat in the car and looked
moodily at the floor of the car and did not speak. When they arrived, he
got out of the car, felt dizzy all of a sudden, and then vomited all over
the garage floor. His mother was horribly frightened, and wanted to take
him back to the hospital, but he said no, and told her that he had
something to tell her when they went inside. It was going to be somewhat
of a shock.
"I am going to be a grandmother," she said after Adam explained what
happened. "This is not the way I anticipated it, but you made the right
decision, and I will stick by you and help you any way I can."
Adam hugged her tightly. "I need it mom, I need all of the love and care
I can get very badly. For now, I just want to rest. I feel very tired."
Adam's mother understood, and unpacked his bag, while Adam slipped into
bed. She smiled when she saw the booklet which Dr. Mayberry had given
him, and thought about her own pregnancy. She must have dozens of things
in the attic which Adam will need. She would have to check things out.
Tracy, Olga and Maria came over that afternoon, and Adam felt that he had
to tell them about his situation too. They were both overjoyed,
especially Olga and Maria, who wanted to know everything he was feeling.
He had to promise to tell them what it was like at every stage of the
pregnancy. Tracy was much more practical. Her first concern was who would
take care of him now.
"You clearly can't do all of the housework yourself, in your condition,"
she insisted, "especially since you don't have a man to help you out."
Adam was afraid that it wouldn't "look right", but the next day, after
vomiting again while trying to make morning coffee, he gave in. A
compromise was reached: he talked to Dr. Mayberry and they decided that a
nursing student would be assigned to live in Adam's house and take care
of him, while at the same time monitoring his medical progress. That
afternoon she showed up, a diminutive and almost-hyperactive young lady
named Kathy Stryon, who said that she had experience before with
"expecting mommies" and could handle anything. When Adam laughted at that
description, she just smiled and said that Anne insisted that she treat
Adam just like any other pregnant woman.
"In fact," she decided, "from now on I am going to call you ... Wanda,
which will be more appropriate as things get ... rounded out." Adam was
not too crazy about that but Tracy, when she came over that afternoon
with a large supply of groceries, loved it. "It is a good Polish name,
hon," she said. "Just think about Wanda Landowska, the famous Polish
pianist. You are going to be Wanda, the lovliest mother in the office."
After a few days at home, Adam (or Wanda, as everyone -- including his
mother -- now insisted on calling him) felt ready to return to the
office. He had gotten used to the morning sickness and managed to live
with it. His chest area was very sore, and he did notice some swelling
there, or so it seemed. He also noticed that he hardly needed to shave
any more. Kathy insured that he stick to a healthy diet and did some mild
exercises to help overcome his tiredness. Still, he found out that it was
harder for him to concentrate on work, and that every so often he would
just sink back in his chair and stare at the wall. When that happened,
Olga or Maria would come in and give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek,
and ask him if he was all right.
There were days when he could work well, but days when he would feel so
dizzy and lightheaded that nothing would get done. Maria had gotten into
the habit of putting a vase of fresh flowers on his desk in the morning,
saying that expectant mothers should have happy things to think about. He
no longer objected to being refered to as a woman. Indeed, it was
beginning to feel sort of natural. And when one of the "other" girls in
the office kissed him, he would blush and smile. And he would think about
the baby. He often dreamt about it, living inside him, turning from an
embryo into a fetus, and from a fetus into ...
At the end of the second month, Dr. Mayberry was able to tell Wanda that
they now knew for certain that the fetus was female. Wanda kissed her. He
had been hoping so much for a girl, who would of course be named Mary-
Ellen.
----
As the second trimester began, Wanda began noticing that his clothes no
longer fit well, they constricted him. His mother, Tracy, Olga, Maria,
and Kathy were all of the same opinion -- he had to buy maternity wear,
including maternity dresses. However, Wanda objected that he couldn't
very well go arould looking like a "man in a dress," and so they decided
that he had to be taught how to present himself as a woman. That meant,
of course, getting an appropriate hairstyle, learning the appropriate
mannerisms, and learning how to dress in a whole new wardrobe. Wanda did
not like the idea, but he was clearly outnumbered and, really, was too
lightheaded and uncertain of himself to argue much. In fact, he noticed
that for the past month or so he was unable to really make a decision and
stick to it. Tracy had taken over the total management of the office and
she assigned work to him just as she did to Olga, That was OK, however;
he was not sure he could trust himself to make business decisions any
more.
And si, one day Tracy and Wanda's mother came over while he was away at
the office, bagged all of his male clothes, and put them in the attic. In
their place, they brought a compelte selection of maternity slacks,
skirts, tops, and dresses, ciomfortable but stylish shoes, and lingeree,
including the bras which he was beginning to definitely need. Frilly
nighties replaced his pyjamas, and a dressing table was added to his
bedroom, with enough lotions and cosmetics "to cover the world," as he
said later. A well-stocked jewelry box was added, containing some very
expensive pieces handed down from his grandmother. Of those, the most
important, in his mother's words, were his grandmother's wedding and
engagement rings. Wanda should wear them all the time, she insisted, so
that nobody would whisper behind his back. Surprisingly, they actually
fit his ring finger. Kathy took it upon herself to redecorate Wanda's
room in an appropriately-feminine style. At the same time, Wanda's mother
brought over many things that she felt that would be needed, including a
sewing machine, which she insisted on teaching Wanda how to use, and some
baby furniture for the guest bedroom, which was to become the baby's room
in time.
It was not easy. Despite all of the support from his own "fabulous five
fans," as Wanda liked to call them, Wanda had a hard time adjusting. The
first time he came to the University Hospital dressed in a skirt and
blouse, even though Kathy accompanied him, he felt he was going to die of
embarassment. Dr. Mayberry, however, did her best to put him at ease,
taking it all as very natural. She was also very encouraging about the
baby. It was developing well, and the ultrasound pictures showed no
problems at all. Gradually, it all came together though, and by the
middle of the fourth month of his pregnancy, Wanda was as used to his new
clothes as he had been to his old ones.
Being at work was simpler. Tracy had taken over the total management of
the office and she assigned work to him just as she did to Olga. That was
OK, however; he was not sure he could trust himself to make business
decisions any more. As far as clients were concerned, Adam had taken an
extended leave and there was a new woman replacing him. His morning
sickness was now past, and he could concentrate more on his work. Except
for those times when he leaned back daydreamed about the baby. By the
fourth month, he was definitely beginning to "show," and Tracy bought him
a special cushion for his office chair to help him manage the back pain.
He also had trouble sleeping, for a while, because of the shift in weight
in his body, but managed to find a comfortable position rather quickly.
Fortunately, he did not have the gum and nosebleed problems that many
pregnant women have. Following Kathy's advice, he ate a calcium-rich diet
so that the baby would have strong bones.
He was glad now for the wardrobe of maternity clothes that he had. In
fact, he really liked them. He also got used to putting on makeup in the
morning, and no longer needed Kathy to help him. Surprisingly, he enjoyed
that too, and would occassionally experiment with new and different
looks. Kathy had arranged for him to visit a beauty salon; at first he
was very apprehensive, but he was treated well there, and by now he was
getting to be a regular customer. His regular hairdresser kept on
inquiring about the baby and, when the baby started kicking and he
allowed her to feel her growing tummy, she almost screamed with
excitement and then refused to charge him for that day's treatment. In
order to look more feminine, he had tips added to his fingernails and
enjoyed looking as his longer, thinner-looking hands with their bright
red polish. His toes has the same color, even though it became harder and
harder to see them, as his pregnancy became more advanced. But Kathy
insisted on applying the polish to them, saying that a woman, even when
pregnant, had to look her best.
---
When Wanda entered his third trimester, Dr. Mayberry insisted that he
start attending classes for expectant mothers. While it was clear that
his baby would be delivered by Caeserian section, and not by natural
childbirth, she said that he had to learn about breastfeeding, as well as
about the changes he was going to undergo during the final three months.
Also, she said, he would learn to bond with other mothers-to-be. Wanda
didn't even flinch at that. He was, by now, so used to thinking and
acting like a woman, that the term didn't faze him. He didn't even get
upset when his mother called him "my blossuming lovely daughter" and
warned him to take care of himself, since he was carrying her
granddaughter in there. Wanda found breastfeeding classes very
interesting.
Dr. Mayberry assured him that he would be able to breastfeed the baby
and, in fact, used a breast pump to extract some milk from his (now C-
cup) breasts to prove it. He loved the feeling, and at night would dream
of holding little Mary-Ellen in his arms and nurturing her. He thought
about the baby constantly. When his mother offered to teach him how to
knit, he gladly accepted and, by the beginning of his third trimester,
had already knitted a quilt for the baby, and was going to begin on some
booties. He would sometimes take his knitting to work with him, much to
the delight of the other women in the office.
One of the problems of the third trimester was his frequent need to go to
the bathroom. Since he started dressing as a woman, he had, of course,
been using the women's rest room, but at first had always made sure it
was empty before he entered. Now, there were times when he could not
afford to wait, and often would rush in while Tracy or Olga were still
there. Needless to say, they never said anything about it, even when,
once, he came in just as Maria was changing her tampon. He learned to
elevate his legs while he was working, and to drink lots of water to
avoid dehydration. His belly seemed to be so huge, and growing every day,
that sometimes he was sure he would burst. The baby would kick him at the
most unexpected moments, and sometimes he nearly lost his balance. Even
though he always took Kathy's advice and wore very comfortable and
sensible shoes, he felt surprisingly attached to the low heels he had
worn during his second trimester. He missed how his legs felt nice and
sexy. Tracy assured him that the sexiest thing about a woman is a
pregnant belly.
Meanwhile, the workload in the office increased. When it was clear that
Wanda could no longer carry his share of the load, Tracy decided to hire
another worker to help him handle the Polish translation work. The choice
fell on Jerzy Dudek, a recent immigrant from Warsaw with a law degree
from there. At first, the others were apprehensive about having a man
working in "this henhouse," but even Wanda agreed to it in the end, since
they could find nobody else. Of course Jerzy was not told that Wanda was
anything except a pregnant woman who needed an assistant to carry out her
duties. He was expected to help him until he gave birth, and then stay on
for a few months while Wanda was on maternity leave. Jerzy was five years
older than Wanda and treated him, as everyone else, with an old-world
deference that Wanda remembered from when he was little. Jerzy always
referred to "Madame Tracy," "Madame Olga," and "Madame Wanda," and would
kiss their hand with a very exaggerated motion. He was especially
solicitious to Wanda, because of his condition, and would always insist
on holding his chair for him and on helping him on with his coat. Often,
he would drive Wanda home and, after a while, would be invited in for a
cup of coffee as a reward. Wanda had to admit that she enjoyed his
attention, and looked forward to it.
When, one day, Jerzy invited Wanda to a concert by the visiting Warsaw
Philharmonic Orchestra and, before he thought about it much, Wanda
accepted. Only later that night, did he gasp when he realized what that
meant. Kathy, however, was delighted. She went with Wanda to pick out a
new dress, appropriate both to his condition and to the occassion, and
some new shoes and a handbag to go with it. When Jerzy came to pick him
up, he brought a large bouquet of flowers and Wanda thanked him with a
peck on the cheek -- it just seemed like the natural thing to do. After
the concert, when he escorted him home, Jerzy kissed him on the lips.
Wanda smiled and returned the kiss. He had had a wonderful evening, and
dreamt about Jerzy that night -- not for the first time.
From that day on, Jerzy and Wanda would go out together often. Nothing
sexual happened between them beyond short kisses. Jerzy was too much of
an old-world gentleman to try anything with an obviously-pregnant woman.
Wanda, for his part, forgot that he was not a woman, and just enjoyed
being in the company of a nice male companion who flattered and pampered
him, with whom he could speak Polish, and with whom he had so much in
common.
----
And then, before he knew it, "the date" approached. Dr. Mayberry was the
first to breach the topic. "We have to schedule the birth," she said.
"Will a week from Wednesday be OK?" Wanda was shocked and unprepared.
"Look at you," said Dr. Mayberry. "If you get any bigger you won't fit
through the door. You have a healthy wonderful young girl inside of you
and she wants to get out." Wanda burst into tears. "It is all right,
honey, it is all right," Dr. Mayberry comforted her. "Go home and have
Kathy pack a hospital bag for you. She will know what to put in it, and
she will accompany you to the hospital."
On the evening before the Wanda was scheduled to go to the hospital,
Tracy, Olga, Maria, and Kathy threw a "coming out" party for the baby.
Jerzy was there too, but while all of the women were so excited and made
a big fuss, he was surprisingly quiet and sat by himself in a corner, in
deep thought. Then, finally, he pulled Wanda aside and asked to talk to
her privately.
"Madame Wanda," he said quietly as they sat together on the sofa,
"tomorrow you will have your baby. I know that the baby's father is no
longer with us, and it will be bad for a child to grow up like that with
no father. It is bad and it is wrong. Madame Wanda, you know that you are
very special to me. I have been thinking about this a lot, though we have
never talked about it. Madame Wanda, will you honor me by being my wife?"
Wanda looked at him, his eyes filled with tears ... and he fainted.
(to be continued)
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