Finally

There it is. The clinic’s number on caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Sandra?”

“Yes?” I say. Breath held. Heart pounding.

“It’s Dr. Connor. Everything came back just fine– perfect, in fact. These are the kind of test results I like to see sitting on my desk.”

For a couple of seconds I can’t speak.

And then, a barely audible “thank you” is all that comes out.

“Now," the doc goes on, “the fact that Joseph is so slim, just probably means he’s going to be a slim guy. Really, Sandra, you have nothing to worry about. You all are doing a beautiful job.

I hang up the phone, sit down, place my hands over my face, and cry.

Harder than I have in months.