The Choices We Make. Karma Brown

all of a sudden.”

      Dr. Kadari smiled. “Questions about what?”

      “About another pregnancy,” I replied, the words tumbling out of me quickly.

      “You want to have another baby?”

      “No...that’s not what I want...” Dr. Kadari’s eyebrows rose slightly as she waited for me to explain. “David’s vasectomy might make that a tad tricky.”

      “Yes, that’s the whole point of a vasectomy,” she said, laughing with me.

      I took a deep breath and looked down at my toes again. “So, here’s the thing. I’m wondering if I’m in okay shape to get pregnant again. If my eggs are, you know, still young enough and all that good stuff.”

      She rested her hands on her crossed knees and leaned back in her chair. “Well, you’re only thirty-five and have two healthy, beautiful children,” she said. “Of course we never can tell about egg quality based on age alone, but I’d say you probably have at least a few healthy ones left.” She winked and smiled, and I smiled back, feeling infinitely more relaxed.

      “I’m considering doing something and I wanted to get your medical opinion before I say anything to anyone else. Is that okay?”

      “That’s what I’m here for,” Dr. Kadari said. “So tell me, what is it you want to do?”

16

      KATE

      “I saw Dr. Kadari today,” I said, holding hands with David while we walked a few paces behind the girls. We had promised them after-dinner ice cream if they did their homework first, and we were on our way to make good on that promise.

      “Oh, yeah? How is she?” David’s middle finger traced small circles on my palm, which tickled but not enough to pull my hand away.

      “Good. Same. Tiny. Still with that perfect hair.” I sighed, running my other hand across my own hair, which was due for a wash.

      David laughed watching me. “I hope you’re not thinking of pulling that coconut oil out again.”

      “I gave that to Hannah ages ago. Apparently it’s great for baking.”