It was about halfway into my 20-week ultrasound that I noticed something was slightly off. The technician, who had been chatting with me earlier as he did the scans, had grown quiet. He asked me to shift a bit, saying he wanted to see if the baby would move into a better position. He ran over the same section of my stomach repeatedly, staring at the screen with a slight frown. Eventually he moved on, but remained awkwardly silent.
“When is your next appointment with your doctor?” he asked me when the ultrasound was completed.
“Two days,” I responded.
“That’s good. That should be soon enough.”
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