This week my pregnant wife had her 20-week ultrasound, a crucial examination that’s ripe with hope but fraught with nerves. As the sonographer checked bones, scanned kidneys and counted toes, I kept fearing the words, “Your baby is a baboon.”
This week my pregnant wife had her 20-week ultrasound, a crucial examination that’s ripe with hope but fraught with nerves. As the sonographer checked bones, scanned kidneys and counted toes, I kept fearing the words, “Your baby is a baboon.”