“Why not have her on call?” Victor replies, leaning down and giving me a kiss on the forehead. “You spent your last pregnancy at free clinics and eating from the day-old selections available at the gas station. We’re doing this one right.”
I laugh a little, taking his hand. “Actually, one of those gas station egg salad sandwiches sounds good right now…maybe that was less poverty and more a pregnancy craving…”
“Um,” the doctor says, laughing a little, “I’m going to suggest that you…avoid food poisoning, Evelyn, for the next eight months.” I laugh with her and she heads out of the room, assuring me that she’ll be back in a couple of weeks for my next check-up.
Then, once she’s closed the door behind her, Victor nearly leaps on me, wrapping me tight in his arms and rolling me around on th
