The doctor tilts her head. “It’s still very early. How did you know?”
“I could tell,” Nathan answers while I try to figure out how to phrase, “He tasted it in my pussy juice.” He’s much more tactful about it. “She smelled different.”
A smile touches the corner of the doctor’s mouth. “A lot of males know first, if they’re especially in-tune with their mates.”
I’m not sure we can describe Nathan as being “in-tune” with me, but I smile back weakly, anyway.
The doctor runs me through a barrage of questions: am I experiencing morning sickness? have I noticed weight gain? what about swollen feet, dizziness, fainting?
Every time I answer, I wonder if it means something, if my answers will reveal that surprise, I’m not really pregnant at all.
I must not be the first person to worry about that in this office, because Dr. Campbell says, “Relax. This is just a thorough record of your symptoms. We’re establishing a history for you and baby.”
“Oh. Good.” I feel a little silly. “I know it’s weird,
