Clara
Today should be a good day, and it is. Or at least… it starts out that way.
…
I'm sitting across from the doctor, my hands clasped in my lap, trying not to anticipate what she's going to say. But it's impossible.
My mind races, it always does.
"Clara," she finally says, checking the results on the screen one last time, "all your tests are fine."
My breath catches for a second.
"…fine?"
I look up, she nods, with a calm smile.
"Very fine, in fact. You're in excellent condition. There's nothing stopping you from trying to get pregnant."
I feel something in my chest, something expanding. Warmth, excitement, relief.
All at the same time.
"So…" my voice comes out softer than I expected, "can I…?"
"Yes," she replies. "You can start whenever you want."
I blink, and for a secon
