Smiling, Dr. Myers approaches the sink and washes her hands. "Your color is much better this week, Luna. The supplement seems to be helping." Donning nitrile gloves, she extends the foot rest on the exam table. "If you'll lay down, please. The sonogram should only take a few minutes."
Dr. Myers positions the sonogram machine so that Sean and Dorian on my opposite side can see the screen, then she lifts the hem of the flimsy cotton gown up over my rounding belly and tucks the sheet down to expose it fully. "This might be a little cold," she warns, but the contact gel is comfortably warm when she applies it.
