Clara
The doctor's office smells clean, orderly, and peaceful. And, strangely enough, that calms me.
I'm sitting across from the doctor, my hands clasped in my lap, trying to organize everything I want to say… although it's actually simpler than it seems.
"I want to be a mom" those three words have become a part of my days lately.
The words come out more firmly than I expected.
The doctor smiles, not with surprise, but with the calm of someone who has heard that many times… but understands that for the person saying it, it's never a small thing.
"Perfect," she replies. "Then let's do things right."
I nod… That's exactly what I want.
To do it right.
"I want to plan everything…" I add. "I want it to be a healthy, peaceful process… to make sure everything is in order beforehand."
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