We both stare at the image on scream in complete disbelief, and I can’t get my head around it. Even though it’s right there, plain as day, I can see it. Nothing she is saying s filtering into my skull except complete disbelief.

“Six weeks on the button.” My mom says and pushes the hard-plastic tool on my abdomen around a bit more for a new angle. She’s engrossed in her screen and sounds professional and detached, and I honestly don’t believe any of this.

“How?” I ...