I nodded slowly, the painful memories flooding back. “Three times.”
“And what happened?”
I swallowed hard, trying to push past the lump in my throat. “I lost all three babies.”
Dr. Miller’s brow furrowed as she looked down at my medical chart, flipping through the sparse pages. “How long ago was the last pregnancy?”
“Almost six years.”
She frowned, her eyes tracing the outline of my figure beneath the thin hospital gown. “And your abdomen has been getting progressively larger since then?”
I shook my head quickly. “No. It started about eight months ago. At first, I just thought I was gaining weight. Daniel said it was probably my hormones shifting as I got older.”
“Did he encourage you to see a doctor?”
“No.”
“Did he ever actively discourage you?”
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