Morag nodded, feeling a little...nervous. Heather led her to a room she'd not been in before, and Morag could see it had been turned into one she could use for her healing practice.
'If I'm not,' she said as she entered the room, 'could you maybe make sure that I'm okay to try to get pregnant?' she asked. Her thoughts were in such a turmoil. First she wanted to get pregnant, then she was upset because she might be. But now that the time was there, she was worried that she wasn't.
She was a mess, she decided.
Morag looked at the table a moment and nodded slowly. What if she wasn't pregnant? Her brow wrinkled slightly, and she moved forward, hoisting herself to the table with less ease than she might have a month or two before.
If she wasn't pregnant, she'd better get in shape before she was, she decided. If she wasn't, she was more out of shape than she'd been in her life.
She reached up and rubbed her forehead. Her heart was beating a little faster, and she had butterflies in her stomach. She had an odd taste at the back of her throat.