She beamed, oblivious. “That new place in the shopping center! Bundle of Joy Imaging. They do the 3D pictures and the keepsake videos with the little heartbeat teddy bears. It’s so much nicer than Dr. Patterson’s office. The rooms are all decorated like nurseries, and they give you champagne after. Well, sparkling cider for me, obviously.”

My stomach turned. Not a hospital. Not her obstetrician’s office. A strip mall boutique staffed by people who likely took a six-week certificate course and bought a used ultrasound machine off eBay.