be
able to find the baby with this.” She holds up a long white probe.
Oh—you ha一ve got to be kidding!
“Okay,” I mutter, mortified, and do as she says. Greene pulls a condom over
the wand and lubricates it with clear gel.
“Right, Mrs. Grey, if you could relax.”
Relax? I’m pregnant, damn it! How do you expect me to relax? I blush, and
endea一vor to find my happy place . . . which has relocated somewhere near
the lost Island of Atlantis. Slowly and gently she inserts the probe. Holy fuck.
All I can see on the screen is the visual equivalent of white noise—
although it’s more sepia in color. Slowly, Dr. Greene moves the probe about,
and it’s very disconcerting.
“There,” she murmurs. She presses a button, freezing the picture on the
screen, and points to a tiny blip in the sepia storm. It’s a little blip. There’s a
tiny little blip in my belly. Tiny. Wow. I forget my discomfort as I stare shellshocked
at the blip.
“It’s too early to see the heartbeat, but yes, you’re definitely pregnant. Four or
five weeks, I would say.” She frowns. “Looks like the shot ran out early. Oh
well, that happens.”
What! I am too stunned to say anything. The little blip is a baby. A real honest
to goodness baby. Christian’s baby. My baby. Holy cow . A baby!
“Would you like me to print out a picture for you?”
I nod, still unable to speak, and Dr. Greene presses a button. Then she gently
removes the wand and hands me a paper towel to clean myself.
“Congratulations, Mrs. Grey,” she says as I sit up. “We’ll need to make
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ascertain the exact age of your baby and set a likely due date. You can get
dressed now.”
“Okay.” I’m reeling and I dress hurriedly. I ha一ve a blip, a little blip. When I
emerge from behind the screen, Dr. Greene is back at her desk.
“In the meantime, I’d like you to start this course of folic acid and
multivitamins. Here’s a leaflet of dos and don’ts.” As she hands me a
package of pills
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