Gyno Stories Novels & Stories

She had a four-year-old daughter named June. They had told me my fertility was severely compromised and my prognosis was guarded. Nina's workup had found nothing wrong. The same lie. The same doctor. The same family. Applied twice to two different women who had both, in their separate ways, survived it. "Will you testify?" I asked.

The murmurs around us grew louder. "How could she miscarry? Mr. Shaw's wife is infertile. Everyone in our circle knows that. Maybe she just got her period." "Periods don't bleed that much. She definitely miscarried." Ethan roared, "Everyone shut up!" He bent down and held me, his voice breaking. "Cindy, honey... Is it... Is it our baby?" I had no strength to speak. I just pointed at the report that had fallen from my purse.

She made her way over, pausing to smooth down her dress. “Good day ma'am. How may I help you?” The receptionist greeted, her smile warm and welcoming. “I'm…” Vanessa forced herself to breath, her hands still trembling. “I'm here to see someone in Genetics. Clinical Genetics.” The receptionist blinked “Do you mean OB-GYN? Obstetrics and Gynaecology department?” Vanessa glanced down st the document. “Reproductive Endocrinology. Or anyone who deals withpaternity testing.” “Oh, I see, let me check who's available.”

After my fifth miscarriage, I went to consult with my doctor about why my body could not carry a baby to term. However, just as I reached the door, I overheard my husband, Reynold Scott, talking with the doctor. "Those abortion pills you prescribed work well. She's had five 'accidental' miscarriages already. When can we schedule the hysterectomy? I can't let Adrianna Davidson have my child," Reynold said. "By the way, please prescribe me some nutritional supplements during pregnancy. Monica Cline is pregnant with my child, and I need to make sure she delivers a healthy baby," he continued.

I didn’t slow down and reached there in no time, ignoring curious gazes on my way. It was just a matter of time and my news of infertility would spread like the forest fire in the pack. I couldn’t think beyond the national humiliation as someone uploaded this news on social media. Closing the door shut, I collapsed on the floor as my legs refused to bear my weight. I hid my sorry face in my hands and burst into tears. Lady Isabella’s hatred, the piercing gazes of officials, and Vincent’s decision, all the scenes played in my mind. Like a horror movie, I had never imagined this scenario in my wildest nightmares. As the daughter of a doctor, I was aware of the importance of regular visits to g

Emma’s POV “And that right there is your baby’s bead,” my OBGYN said as she pointed out what looked like a small rock on the screen of the ultrasound machine. “Perfection,” Liam gushed. Yeah, that’s right, I told Liam everything. Three months ago, Liam and I had a lengthy talk about my being pregnant and what that meant for us. As expected, even though I had a lot of doubt in my mind, he was in full support of me, willing to ensure I was okay and that everything about the pregnancy went smoothly. If I’m being honest, I don’t think I’ve ever seen any man as excited to have a child as Liam was that night. Now, with about two ultrasounds out of the way, he and I are finally starting to see our

I am scared I have never been out of home. If somehow Adriano reaches me, I won't be able to look him in the eyes because I failed at one job he always wanted me to excel at, staying home. The doctor turned out to be a gynecologist and she surveyed me completely, asking me several personal questions like, "Are you sexually active?", "Did your husband ever forced you to make sexual relations with you?", "Are your kids healthy." I was so uncomfortable answering those questions.

Zoe stopped asking. She told me about, losing her virginity, without a lot of graphic detail. Didn't matter her nipples poked out while she was telling the tale, must have been some fun there. Told me more about the married guy and the next one. I could tell they were good. The stories got a bit more graphic. I got hard. Pulled my chair closer to the table. She squirmed in her chair and those nipples made a return. She paused. "So, what do you like to do?"

Chapter 56 Topic Of Gossip X&J EMPIRE, NEW YORK. Nina flipped through the documents helplessly. Since she arrived at work, everything has been in disarray. Nina can’t seem to get a grip on herself, making her very frustrated. The rumors she had thought might die out in two days appear to have gotten more robust, and she is met with judgmental glares everywhere she goes. With her pregnancy out in the open, it makes her feel very exposed.

I had to go see a gynecologist. My period was late again. I booked a specialist whose name sounded very feminine, Jessie Lloyd. Jessie seemed pretty popular. I was number 35. On the day of the appointment, I sat in the waiting area, scrolling my phone screen now and then, occasionally glancing up to check the queue. Then, I noticed something strange. Why did every woman coming out of the consultation room look so radiant, no matter her age? Jessie had to be insanely good. That was what I thought.