When no one answers him, he turns his attention to the ultrasound. Emma doesn’t give him long. “Wwas I pregnant, doctor?” she stammers. “Did I lose the baby?”
The doctor turns to her with pursed lips and a carefully constructed mask of professional sympathy. “Ms. Carson, I’m… I’m afraid there was no baby to lose.”
“Oh.” Her face drops instantly.
“I understand you’ve been trying. The thing is… it might be difficult for you to get pregnant at all.”
This time, it’s my face that drops. “What do you mean?” I bark. “Explain.”
“The ultrasound shows a blocked fallopian tube.”
Emma sucks in a breath. “You mean… I can’t get pregnant?”
“No, no,” he answers quickly, fidgeting with the stethoscope around his neck. “It’s not impossible. It’s just… not going to be easy. The odds are not in your fa
