I always imagined this specific moment would be beautiful.I thought it would happen in a sunlit room, with birds outside the window, soft music drifting in from somewhere… oh, and maybe my husband by my side. But I've always been a dreamer and a romantic, to my own detriment.Apparently, no amount of lived experience has managed to cure me of it. And reality, as always, has other plans.So instead of that cinematic moment, I'm sitting in a cold doctor's office, all alone, staring at an older male doctor with absolutely no emotion across his face. "Luna," he says carefully, folding his hands together and taking a deep breath, "The test came back positive. You are pregnant.""Oh," I say.Not the dramatic gasp I always imagined from myself. No overwhelmed tears. No hands flying to my mouth. Just one flat, deflated syllable.I think I always assumed the news itself would do the heavy lifting. That the word pregnant would make me light up or something. Instead, I just feel... oh. "Are
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