Olivia
I was lying flat on my back on a stretcher, with my shirt pulled up under my breasts and my pants tugged down. Dr. Ramirez had smeared a generous amount of cold goop across my abdomen, and was now pushing the wand around below my belly button. Personally, I thought it was too soon for a sonogram, but Dr. Ramirez wanted to make sure that everything was developing normally, given all the stress that my body had been through.
I hadn’t even told Josiah yet. I knew he would be through the roof with excitement, but I didn’t want to disappoint, just in case I was wrong, or the pregnancy wasn’t even viable. I hadn’t had a period since I was released from the hospital, so by my calculations, if I was really pregnant, I couldn’t be more than four or five weeks along. My little pup wou
