Three weeks later:
Greenlee woke up groggy, and she felt as though she had been hit over the head with something heavy. She had a massive headache and her stomach was doing somersaults. What was wrong with her? She could not get sick. Not now, she had a major business deal to close today with the shipments of her products and she could not let these people down. She rolled over to look at her still soundly sleeping husband. He looked so peaceful, so calm and collected, and she felt like a train had just passed through her abdomen. Oh no. She felt it now; she had better make it to the bathroom before she threw up on her husband. She didn't think that is the type of wakeup call he would want. She hurtled out of bed and ran down the hall and into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her, and she got sick to her stomach. What was wrong with her, why was she so sick?? She thought back to the night that she and Ryan had spent, with the bubble bath and the strawberries. It couldn't be could it? She quickly got her self cleaned up and dressed; she then gave her husband a gentle kiss on the forehead and snuck out of the penthouse.
Later that Day:
Greenlee frantically paced in her bathroom. She had not been gone that long so Ryan was still fast asleep. He would not even know that she had gone anywhere. She was so nervous. Her stomach had tied itself in knots. She closed her eyes and breathed in a deep calming breath. This was the moment of truth. She looked down at the now empty at home pregnancy test that was lying on the cupboard. She had almost waited the half an hour it suggested before giving accurate results. Twenty eight minutes had passed. Her palms were sweaty and she could barely stand the thought of what the results could be. She wanted a child, just now did not seem the most opportune time to have one. Ryan was in a good place in his job right now. Working hard and everything was playing out exactly as planned. A baby was just not something either of them had time for right now. It was too soon. She was always busy at work and could not afford to take the time off to take care of a baby. Mary was useless; she was off on a yacht somewhere in the Caribbean sipping margaritas with some young Latin lover.
"Please be negative, please be negative!" Greenlee sighed to herself. She thought that maybe wishful thinking could help her in her time of need. She had now waited thirty minutes but the thought of looking at it made her even more nervous.
"You can do this Greenlee, don't be such a wimp. Come on have the guts to just look at this stupid dipstick thing. Ok 1, 2, 3 ..." she uttered to herself. She then picked up the dipstick thing and turned it over.
Greenlee woke up groggy, and she felt as though she had been hit over the head with something heavy. She had a massive headache and her stomach was doing somersaults. What was wrong with her? She could not get sick. Not now, she had a major business deal to close today with the shipments of her products and she could not let these people down. She rolled over to look at her still soundly sleeping husband. He looked so peaceful, so calm and collected, and she felt like a train had just passed through her abdomen. Oh no. She felt it now; she had better make it to the bathroom before she threw up on her husband. She didn't think that is the type of wakeup call he would want. She hurtled out of bed and ran down the hall and into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her, and she got sick to her stomach. What was wrong with her, why was she so sick?? She thought back to the night that she and Ryan had spent, with the bubble bath and the strawberries. It couldn't be could it? She quickly got her self cleaned up and dressed; she then gave her husband a gentle kiss on the forehead and snuck out of the penthouse.
Later that Day:
Greenlee frantically paced in her bathroom. She had not been gone that long so Ryan was still fast asleep. He would not even know that she had gone anywhere. She was so nervous. Her stomach had tied itself in knots. She closed her eyes and breathed in a deep calming breath. This was the moment of truth. She looked down at the now empty at home pregnancy test that was lying on the cupboard. She had almost waited the half an hour it suggested before giving accurate results. Twenty eight minutes had passed. Her palms were sweaty and she could barely stand the thought of what the results could be. She wanted a child, just now did not seem the most opportune time to have one. Ryan was in a good place in his job right now. Working hard and everything was playing out exactly as planned. A baby was just not something either of them had time for right now. It was too soon. She was always busy at work and could not afford to take the time off to take care of a baby. Mary was useless; she was off on a yacht somewhere in the Caribbean sipping margaritas with some young Latin lover.
"Please be negative, please be negative!" Greenlee sighed to herself. She thought that maybe wishful thinking could help her in her time of need. She had now waited thirty minutes but the thought of looking at it made her even more nervous.
"You can do this Greenlee, don't be such a wimp. Come on have the guts to just look at this stupid dipstick thing. Ok 1, 2, 3 ..." she uttered to herself. She then picked up the dipstick thing and turned it over.