“Well, enough of my boring life story,” she says, clapping her hands. “Shall we move onto the sonogram?”
“Yes,” I say, desperate for a distraction from my own thoughts.
The machine flickers to life, and Sara pulls out what looks like a metal p***s. “I know it looks a little intimidating, but it’s just an ultrasound probe. It’ll be a touch cold and you’ll experience some mild discomfort, but I’ll be gentle. You ready?”
“Okay then. Lie back and part your legs for me, please.”
I do as I’m told, the smell of cold metal skimming my nostrils, followed by the acrid prick of sanitizer. Then I feel the probe at my v****a and I suck in a sharp breath.
The probe slips inside me and I bite down on my tongue. The pinch of discomfort fades after a moment. I turn my attention to the monitor.
“Okay,
