I put the phone down, gripped the kitchen sink, and felt my heart shatter somewhere deep inside myself along with so many expectations. I struggled to make sense of what I had heard. Words strung together into prophecies like “chromosome deletion”, “won’t meet milestones”, “the doctor will help you make plans”. We had already made plans. I had no desire to make new ones. I cradled my huge belly in my arms returning to my tea on the counter top. I watched the pale brown liquid ripple in my cup and wondered if anything would ever taste the same again.