It’s the first Monday morning of 2021. But instead of sitting at my desk preparing to sift through emails, I’m sitting in an OB-GYN’s office, bracing myself for news I do not want to confront.
The nurse begins the ultrasound process. “I’m sorry, I may get a bit emotional,” I say awkwardly, choking on my words. I’m anticipating the worst, already sensing what I will see.
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