I do as I’m told, then return to my seat on the crinkly paper. While I wait, I educate myself on all the variously important nooks and crannies of the human uterus throughout the pregnancy journey. Lots to learn. Who’s excited? Not me.
Dr. Todd is fifty-something, gray-haired, brisk. She doesn’t ask about a husband. Her questions focus solely on my last period, my cycle, my history, my medications. She asks if I feel safe at home.
I know better than to answer that one honestly. “Who, me? Oh, yeah. Yep. Uh-huh. Of course.”
“Okay. Let’s see what we’ve got.” She nods toward a long, slim wand on the tray beside her, a thing that looks like it belongs at a sci-fi convention, not in my body. “It’s a little early for an abdominal scan, so we’ll be going transvaginal today. You’ll feel some pre
