Nine Months and Counting: P11

“Brynne, you’re pregnant.”

            A tidal wave of relief washes over me, and then another wave of fear. Michelangelo smiles and hugs me tightly. I vaguely hear Dr. Jones telling Michelangelo what to expect for the next few months. I sit on the table, frozen, staring down at my stomach, where a small bump is starting to show from beneath my pink tank top, trying to process the fact that there’s a tiny human being living and growing inside of me. I take a deep breath and exhale slowly. Nine months and counting…

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