Scene: At the OBGYN
I am on the padded doctor’s table, wrapped in a plastic paper gown.
The doctor stood as far away from me as she could while still being able to put the wand inside of me to check the fetus. I was certain I was miscarrying. She stood there silently, shifting the wand back and forth.
“So, you aren’t miscarrying.” She said it plainly, flat. No affect. She co…
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