It’s just me and my thoughts while I wait. This is my first pregnancy and my first time seeing an OB-GYN, but I’m not nervous at all—just calm, observant, and taking everything in. The waiting room is busy, with people coming and going, flipping through magazines, talking quietly, and occasionally glancing up at the TV playing in the background. Every now and then, I notice someone’s eyes briefly land on the large light pink wedding ring on my finger, worth about $200 million. It catches the light whenever I move my hand, making it hard to miss. I keep my hand resting in my lap and don’t draw attention to it, but it still seems to stand out in a place like this. I can tell some people are curious, trying to piece together assumptions in their heads, but I don’t react to it. I just sit comfortably, scrolling on my phone and waiting patiently for my appointment, focused on the fact that today is really just about my first step into this new chapter of life. Then the Carsons walk in because their son’s leg is broken, and it’s like everybody’s attention immediately shifts to them and their family. People are looking over with concern, focused on what happened to him, and not worrying about me at all. I don’t mind, though. I’m not there to be noticed. I’m simply waiting for my appointment, calm, comfortable, and lost in my own thoughts and they already don’t like me