“Of course.” He nodded. “However, before I can diagnose properly, I will need as much information as you can supply.”
I took a deep breath but relented. “Do whatever you need to do, please.”
Without wasting another second, Doctor Russell turned on the machine and lubricated Maeve’s abdomen with the same blue jelly as last time. As he rubbed the wand along her slick skin, he began to ask the routine questions.
“Have you experienced any unusual symptoms with your pregnancy?”
Maeve opened her mouth to say something but faltered, seemingly thinking something over. “Two days ago, I felt some restlessness from the baby that was a little strange…” she admitted, referring to our visit with Doctor Pearce, “but another doctor came and said everything appeared to be fine.”
“Have you felt anythi
