Chapter 68

28 weeks ago

week 9

Dr. Bagda Kamali was from India. She had a slight accent that gave her away, her skin was caramel brown, and she maintained stringy, dark brown hair.

He was in his mid-forties, always wearing brightly colored clothes under his white coat with his last name embroidered on the edge of the pocket.

I liked him, had a good sense of humor, and treated me in a loving way, as if he had known me for years. She made sure to be as unclinical as possible with me, in addition, the graduate degrees that hung all over the walls of her office declared that she was an outstanding student in each of her classes; I even had a plaque of recognition from a local hospital, for bringing in the largest number of babies in the area… Not that that reassured me at all.

"Very good, Ann. How did that pregnancy go? “she asked me as she smeared an ice-cold gel on my stomach and turned on a few machines around her.

"The nausea continues,"