“Thank you for coming in at such short notice, Jenny. Please, take a seat.”

“Is there a problem with my baby, doctor?”

The doctor smiled. “Nothing we can’t fix, caught as early as this. It’s certainly not a life-threatening condition. Please, sit down.”

Jenny sat in the chair by the doctor’s desk. Her pregnancy wasn’t much more than a bump at this stage, easily covered, had she chosen to do so.

“Your latest scan revealed a correctable developmental anomaly in the foetus’s brain. We just got the results back today. Now, you expressed a wish not to be informed of your baby’s sex before birth, is that correct?”