A Fifteen-Week Pregnancy Check-Up

 Please note that the Gorean Saga is a fictional series, and its world, customs, and values may not align with modern societal standards or moral principles.

This story is based off Chat logs and CHAT GPT was used to make it into this.

Gor is Copyrighted by John Norman

Feeling increasingly exhausted, cold, and weighed down by swollen ankles, the expectant mother finally decided it was time to seek medical attention. At fifteen weeks pregnant, she had hoped the worst of the pregnancy would already be behind her, but her body seemed determined to remind her otherwise.

Neeve welcomed her warmly into the infirmary and quickly noticed the signs of fatigue. After inviting her to sit on the examination bed, she asked her to remove her boots so the swelling in her ankles could be examined properly. Seeing how chilled she looked, Neeve wrapped a blanket around her, a simple gesture that immediately brought some comfort.

As they talked, she explained that the first weeks of pregnancy had been miserable. Morning sickness had been relentless, to the point that merely hearing someone mention fish was enough to make her nauseous. Although the sickness had eased, her appetite had never fully returned, and she admitted she had recently been managing only one meal a day.

Neeve gently reminded her that both mother and baby needed regular nourishment. Even if full meals felt impossible, eating smaller portions more frequently would make a significant difference. While they talked, Neeve massaged her swollen ankles with a herbal lotion containing turmeric, ginger, and black pepper, bringing welcome relief to the aching joints.

After listening carefully to her chest, Neeve reassured her that her breathing and heart sounded healthy, though understandably a little fast. Combined with the swelling, fatigue, and constant feeling of being cold, she suspected dehydration and exhaustion following weeks of illness.

Her advice was simple but firm: rest, warmth, fluids, and proper meals.

Neeve prepared a warm saline IV to help replenish her fluids and insisted she spend the day resting rather than continuing with the plans she had made. A warm blanket was tucked securely around her, and a nourishing meal of stew, fresh bread, and juice soon followed.

During the examination, another concern came to light. She mentioned an injury to her arm that had continued to trouble her after removing an arrow herself. Neeve carefully examined the wound, cleaned it thoroughly, and considered stitching it closed. Knowing her patient had a strong dislike of needles, she instead agreed to try adhesive wound closure strips first. Thankfully, they held well, though Neeve instructed her to return immediately if she noticed any further bleeding.

As they talked, the conversation briefly turned to healing. She admitted that her mother had been a skilled healer, but she had never followed in her footsteps, something she now regretted. Neeve mentioned a healing class she would soon be teaching at the academy in Thunder Mountain, encouraging her to attend if she wished to rebuild those forgotten skills. She quietly reflected that she still had her mother's old journal and resolved to begin reading it again.

Despite all the care she had received, she made one thing perfectly clear.

"I do not intend to stay in this bed."

Neeve couldn't help but laugh.

Instead of arguing, she offered a compromise. If her patient agreed to remain until the IV had completely finished, Neeve would personally accompany her back to her friend's home and make sure someone was there to keep an eye on her. Reluctantly, she agreed to the deal.

As she lay watching the IV slowly drip, temptation got the better of her. She eyed the fluid bag and wondered aloud whether squeezing it might make it empty faster. Before she could put the idea into action, Neeve immediately warned her not to even think about it.

To make certain her patient behaved herself, Neeve instructed one of the attendants to remain by the bedside and ensure she neither tampered with the IV nor attempted to leave before the treatment was complete. With a final reminder that the fluids needed time to work, Neeve excused herself to search for the Magnus her patient had asked about.

Left alone with the IV still dripping steadily, she grumbled under her breath. Surely squeezing the bag would only make it finish faster? Fortunately, wiser heads had already anticipated exactly that line of thinking.

Although she may not have appreciated the enforced rest, the appointment had served as an important reminder that pregnancy demanded patience as much as strength. With proper food, fluids, warmth, and a little less stubbornness, both mother and baby would have the best chance of continuing a healthy journey together.