“Would you like to name the embryo today?” asked the embryologist.
They chose “Luna” for a girl, “Kai” for a boy. The pod didn’t care either way.
One woman, a midwife named Sasha with gray-streaked hair and hands that never stopped moving, taught Rachel about natural birth. Not the sanitized version in history books, but the raw, bloody, roaring reality of it.
“Would you like to name the embryo today?” asked the embryologist.
They chose “Luna” for a girl, “Kai” for a boy. The pod didn’t care either way. The Pod Generation
One woman, a midwife named Sasha with gray-streaked hair and hands that never stopped moving, taught Rachel about natural birth. Not the sanitized version in history books, but the raw, bloody, roaring reality of it. “Would you like to name the embryo today