Well, that was completely unhelpful. She hadn't expected House to go into detail but even a hint would help put her mind at ease. Or maybe it wouldn't. Maybe if she knew what this session was going to entail, she might not feel reassured. In that case, though, she'd really like to have a little warning. She'd like to be able to prepare herself.
House's anxiety seemed to jump up a notch or two when the nurse came to send them off to the session so she decided not to press him. The last thing either of them needed right before meeting with his therapist was to get into an argument. She was pretty sure that's what would happen, too. If she pushed him for information, he'd get snippy and she wouldn't like that. It was an instant recipe for a fight. Not a big fight, but a fight nonetheless.
She allowed House to lead the way to the doctor's office. She drew on her yoga training to calm herself, taking deep breaths and trying to clear her mind of negative thoughts. He'd probably ridicule her if he knew what she was doing but it did help. She was still nervous when they reached the office but she felt like her anxiety was under control and feeling in control only made her feel even calmer.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Cuddy said, grasping Megan's hand in her own. She'd put on her professional demeanor--a pleasant smile, a calm voice and a firm handshake. It helped her feel like an equal of the doctor's, not like someone Megan had power over.
She settled herself in the indicated chair, glancing at House as he sat. He was clearly nervous. He wouldn't even look at her. She wondered if he started every session like this. She shouldn't be surprised. She hadn't really expected him to dive into therapy with all his heart but it was a bit disheartening to see just how reluctant he was.
She turned her attention back to Megan when the other woman spoke to her. "About a month now, give or take," she said. She gave a rueful grin as she rubbed her hand down over her belly. "Crowded isn't even the word for it. I feel...well, like a blimp. A very full blimp," she said, waving her hands at the bulge that had taken over her torso. She knew she looked huge so it probably wasn't hard for anyone to look at her and realize she had a hard time getting comfortable.
"It's worth it, though," she added. "The baby's healthy, I'm healthy--everything else is just a temporary inconvenience."
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House's anxiety seemed to jump up a notch or two when the nurse came to send them off to the session so she decided not to press him. The last thing either of them needed right before meeting with his therapist was to get into an argument. She was pretty sure that's what would happen, too. If she pushed him for information, he'd get snippy and she wouldn't like that. It was an instant recipe for a fight. Not a big fight, but a fight nonetheless.
She allowed House to lead the way to the doctor's office. She drew on her yoga training to calm herself, taking deep breaths and trying to clear her mind of negative thoughts. He'd probably ridicule her if he knew what she was doing but it did help. She was still nervous when they reached the office but she felt like her anxiety was under control and feeling in control only made her feel even calmer.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Cuddy said, grasping Megan's hand in her own. She'd put on her professional demeanor--a pleasant smile, a calm voice and a firm handshake. It helped her feel like an equal of the doctor's, not like someone Megan had power over.
She settled herself in the indicated chair, glancing at House as he sat. He was clearly nervous. He wouldn't even look at her. She wondered if he started every session like this. She shouldn't be surprised. She hadn't really expected him to dive into therapy with all his heart but it was a bit disheartening to see just how reluctant he was.
She turned her attention back to Megan when the other woman spoke to her. "About a month now, give or take," she said. She gave a rueful grin as she rubbed her hand down over her belly. "Crowded isn't even the word for it. I feel...well, like a blimp. A very full blimp," she said, waving her hands at the bulge that had taken over her torso. She knew she looked huge so it probably wasn't hard for anyone to look at her and realize she had a hard time getting comfortable.
"It's worth it, though," she added. "The baby's healthy, I'm healthy--everything else is just a temporary inconvenience."