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"Have you thought about names?" my mom asked, settling into the cheap vinyl chair across the desk.
We were at Collin’s office, fresh from my first OB-GYN appointment.
It had been emotional. The baby is approximately seven to eight weeks old. I got pregnant before the food poisoning episode, but that didn’t matter. Not really. The baby did.
The ultrasound revealed a mass the size of a bean, but pulsating. And when Dr. Kin turned on the sound and I heard the heartbeat, the tears came fast. Like a summer downpour, sudden and unstoppable.
When I mentioned the appointment, my mom offered to come with me, and I said yes. It felt good to have her there. Especially now, with the decision I’d made to raise the baby alone.
I know, deep down, it’s a selfish choice. Asher is the father. An
