She was late and nauseous, a combination she had dreamed of. But now? The doctor’s words echoed in her head and she decided to ignore her sour stomach. As the days passed, the calendar in her worn leather planner told her she was later and later, almost a whole week. Her memory went back to that cold afternoon. Could I be? No, please, not now. Her marriage was in trouble, he had behaved badly and she was still hurt to her soul.
She told him she was late and he dismissed it, reminding her of what the doctor had said. She had been thinking about buying a sexy sports car and experimenting with cosmetic surgery. Her life had to be changed, the track was diverted, and she would be a childless woman, with fabulous skin and a fat bank account.
This nagging feeling kept her awake at night. Her mind raced “What if I am? How could that be?” She had already have made peace with the idea of never having her own children.
Friday Morning she woke and decided that she had to know.
Stay tuned for part two..
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