“Give me your hand.” Jenna’s apprehension was apparent in her voice even though she tried to conceal it.

  “It’ll be alright, honey,” her husband said, squeezing her hand.

  “I know,” she squeaked, her own words of reassurance held little faith in them.

  What’s the matter with me? Jenna thought. She’d been through this before. In fact, she was a pro. Better than any other woman in that waiting room, she was sure. Yet, none of them seemed nervous.

  A door opened and a nurse wearing blue...