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FINLEY
Being at my midwife’s office felt surreal to me. I’d been there plenty of times over the years and noticed all the pregnant women, but now that I was one of the pregnant women, I saw everything differently.
The woman in the corner holding hands with a man, the vacant look in her eyes. I wondered if she had a miscarriage or got bad news. The woman rubbing her very round, pregnant belly with a content smile on her face was definitely happy. The woman by herself on the far side, she could have been just like me and very early in her pregnancy.
“What are you thinking about?” Karissa asked.
She was my support person. She was still healing and uncomfortable all the time from her surgery, but she insisted on going with me to see the midwife.
“I’m just people watching.”
“Are you ne
