Mom and Evie accompany me to my baby appointment. The waiting room smells like toddler poop, latex gloves, and baby vomit. Other mothers with varying sizes of belly bumps fill the room. Some are glowing and some look defeated. Two women are crying and one is nursing. Being a mother looks sacrificial and confusing, maybe this is a bad idea. I don't have to be a mom. Someone else could raise it and Blake would never need to know. Perhaps Blake being out of my life is for the best.
"Cora Wellington." A nurse calls my name and Evie and mom follow behind me.
"Well, this is it. We are going to find out the gender."
"Actually today you will get an ultrasound and hear the heartbeat. As for the gender it's probably to early to tell. We will have to see."
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