*Saoirse*

Butterflies flew around my stomach, making my pregnancy nausea even worse. I took a deep breath and swallowed, trying to keep it under control.

“And how far along are you?” the doctor asked, looking down at his clipboard with all of my information on it.

“Um, I’m not sure,” I told him, trying to control my voice from shaking. “At least a couple months, I would guess.”

“And is this your first prenatal checkup?” she asked, looking ...