Laura
The waiting room was unusually quiet this morning. A few expectant mothers sat scattered around, their bellies prominently showing. Some were flipping through magazines, others scrolling on their phones. I clutched my file tightly, my fingers drumming lightly against the cover as I waited for my name to be called.
The nurse at the counter smiled warmly as she approached me. "Ms Laura?"
I stood up, returning her smile. "That's me."
"Come on in, then. How are you feeling today?" she asked as we walked toward the exam room.
"Pretty good, actually," I replied, adjusting my bag on my shoulder. "A little tired, but that's normal, right?"
"Completely," she said, opening the door for me. "Pregnancy has a way of stealing all your energy, but you're looking radiant. Second trimester glow suits you."
I laughed softly, settling onto the exam table. "If only I felt as radiant as I supposedly look."
