The doctor confirmed what Grace had somehow already known.
"You're about six weeks along," Dr. Martinez said, smiling at the ultrasound screen. "Due date looks like November. Congratulations."
Emma stared at the tiny blob on the screen—smaller than a blueberry, but already turning her world upside down again.
"Everything looks good?" she asked.
"Everything looks perfect." Dr. Martinez printed out the ultrasound photos. "How are you feeling?"
"Exhausted. Nauseous. Like I got hit by a truck."
"That's normal for six weeks. Though..." Dr. Martinez looked at Emma's chart. "With Grace at home, this pregnancy is going to be different. You won't be able to rest as much."
Emma laughed—sharp and slightly hysterical. "Rest? What's that?"
She'd been right about the exhaustion.
With Grace, Emm
