Dr. Latchley clearly didn’t care where the beef tartare came from. “No. Protein’s good but red meat isn’t the greatest, and you definitely shouldn’t eat anything undercooked. What about breakfast?”

Vivian shot Jules a quick look. “Fruit.”

“Bananas and pears and stuff,” Jules added. “And plums.”

“All right,” Dr. Latchley said. “But you need more variety. I suggest melons too. Eggs are great—”

“No eggs.” Vivian’s cheeks went a little green.

“—and dairy,” Dr. Latchley finished. “Plenty of calcium. Caloric requirements are on the sheet, although Dr. Viswanathan will be able to go into more detail with you. You can also consult a nutritionist or a personal trainer, if you have concerns about exercise.”

Vivian already had a nutritionist and a trainer. Jules made a note to call them and set up appointments as soon as possible.

“And above all else,” Dr. Latchley added, sounding stern for the first time, “get adequate rest. I know you’re a busy woman, but you have to be prepared to take it easier than you normally would.” She tilted her head at Jules. “She’s young and chipper. Put her to use. Get her to do things for you.”

Jules’s eyes widened.

All Vivian said was “I’ll consider it.” Her lips twitched.

“Do you have any other questions?” Dr. Latchley asked.

“Can she have regular coffee?” Jules blurted out before she could stop herself. “I read two cups a day were okay.” She probably shouldn’t try to prove Vivian wrong in front of her doctor, but I’ll consider it? Seriously? After Jules had been throwing her back out for a year in this job?

Vivian snapped a death glare at her. She found herself looking right back.

“Two cups are okay,” Dr. Latchley said absently, looking down at her paperwork.

“Oh good.” Jules never broke eye contact with Vivian, whose own eyes narrowed farther. “I thought so.”

“But try to limit your caffeine intake, Vivian,” Dr. Latchley added.

“Thank you,” Vivian said sweetly and stood up. “We really must be getting back.”

“Of course.” Dr. Latchley stood up too and extended her hand to Vivian, who took it gingerly before letting go again. “Please call me if there are any problems or if you have further questions. Oh—and congratulations.”

Vivian didn’t even manage a thin smile this time. Instead, she gave a curt nod and left without another word.

Jules turned to the doctor. “So,” she said urgently, “this sheet is all the stuff I should know? Should I look out for anything else?”

Dr. Latchley chuckled. “Your first child too, I take it?”

Before Jules had time to sputter a response, an impatient “Julia” sounded from the hallway.

“Good luck,” Dr. Latchley mouthed as Jules hurried out the door.

I’ll need more than that, she reflected gloomily as she caught up with a frowning Vivian.