Two weeks had passed since your wedding night.
Two weeks.
And already you could feel the little life growing inside of you.
Panic stricken, you ran your hands over your belly to discover you already had a baby bump forming.
"Oh, my God," you whispered. "How will I do this? Be a mother? I can't!"
Feeling the nausea roiling in your stomach, you ran for the toilet and met it none too soon. Your stomach emptied itself and you remained kneeling at the commode, weighing your options.
Only one seemed feasible.
You had to run again.