Dr. Liza just smiles bracingly. “It’ll take as much time as it takes, Wren. But in my professional opinion, I’d say no more thantwo weeks. We’ll have to consider inducing if we get much farther along than that.”
“Two weeks?!” Wren gasps, veering to me with panic as though she’s hoping I can solve obstetrics for her with a simple waveof my hand. “You’re saying I might be pregnant for another two whole weeks?!”
“Like I said, we can always induce labor,” she repeats. “But I’d advise against it until the last possible moment. The baby willcome when he’s good and ready to.”
“Oh, great!” Wren mutters, throwing her arms up into the air. “Then I guess he’s gonna camp out there for another few years.”She turns to me with her eyes blazing. “No need to look for preschools or anything—I’m sure, by
