I arrive fifteen minutes early for my noon appointment. I am given a stack of papers on which I answer about thirty personal questions of a somewhat sensitive nature regarding my reproduction system and personal habits.
Then wait for thirty minutes.
I am here to see an OB/GYN they call "The King."
He is called "The King" because his patients always get pregnant. There is nothing dubious, here. It's just an appointment or two with The King, and parents-to-be from all over the tri-borough area are celebrating. Legend has it that, after years of trying unsuccessfully, one woman...
