For weeks after that night, I didn't think a thing in the world about it. I summed up my sudden, frequent bouts of vomiting up to an extra-log-lasting flu bug and other obvious signs of my condition up to the stress and hectic lifestyle of college living, and I went on my way. Two months into my "flu bug" though, my college roommate, Kasey, was worried for me. Knowing my reputation with boys as she did, she saw my sickness for the pregnancy that it was and gave me an ultimatum: I took a pregnancy test on my own, or she dragged me to the nearest OB/GYN.
I decided to save ourselves the gas money and doctor's bills and take the test, which I had already convinced myself was going to be negative even before I took it. But it wasn't negative. It was positive. A tiny, pink plus sign that was going to ruin my life, or so I thought.
And even though my thoughts and emotions had been well and truly scrambled during those minutes that I had sat on the bathroom floor frozen by shock, I can still remember having the most irrational thought at that moment. The plus sign didn't match the rest of the bathroom.
The tile floor had been white. The sink had been white. The toilet, shower, and shower curtain had all been white. Even the socks that I had been wearing and the test that I had been holding were white.
But that little, pink plus sign just threw everything off.
The story gets better, I promise! Please tell me what you think and stay tuned for the next chapter! Thanks! And, you know what? For the record, I think that I can say that most of these chapters are going to be drabble-sized.:)