Thursday, February 6, 2014
I’m sitting at my desk at work, counting and re-counting the days. It should have happened by now. Actually, I should have started like around the 1st. It’s the 6th.
Leila is home sick, so I stop in at lunch to check on her before going on to the next campus to teach my afternoon class. She’s fine.
I remember that there’s a pregnancy test under the cabinet in the bathroom. I grab it, stuff it into my purse and head out the door. I call Charles as I’m driving, but he doesn’t answer. Good. It’s probably nothing anyway.
Charles calls me back, but I’m in class and can’t answer the phone. I text him back to tell him that I’ll call him later. He responds “just text it to me”. So I do.
Me: “I’m late.”
Him: “Holy ****”
I rush to reassure him that it’s probably nothing, and I should have just waited until after I took a test. I tell him that I’ll take one later today.
In the staff bathroom at work, I pull the test out of my purse, unwrap it, and do my thing. Then I wait a few seconds. My heart is pounding. Pretty quickly, a blue cross appears in the first circle, and a straight blue line in the 2nd.
Wait. What does that mean?!?
I don’t have the box or the directions, and I can’t remember if the cross just means the test works and the single line means NOT pregnant. Or is that a plus sign? Plus for pregnant?
I rush out of the bathroom and flip open my laptop to look up the test results for that particular brand online. My eyes lock on the picture on the screen. The blue cross means yes.
Oh. My. God.