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twice. The first time I’d
attributed to bad Chinese food. The second time happened because I was
distraught over Marty showing up and the argument with Vincent that followed.
Surely it wasn’t morning sickness . . .
My hand
flew to cover my open mouth when I realized something: it was almost a week now
that my period was late.
Oh no.
During
lunch, I made a trip to Duane Reade and picked up a pregnancy test. When I got
to the family planning aisle, I felt like I was walking into a sex shop looking
over my shoulder every second like I was about to do something scandalous. I
found what I was looking for and tucked the box under my arm until I reached
the register. After paying, I hurriedly put the box in my purse hoping no one saw
me buy it.
When I
got home, I spotted Riley in her usual spot on the couch watching TV. I set
down my tote in a kitchen chair and headed for the bathroom with the test box
in hand, careful to keep it hidden from Riley.
I
locked the door and stared at the box for a moment. The picture on the front
showed a woman smiling brightly. I glanced in the mirror and saw that my
expression looked nothing like that.
I took
out a strip and followed the directions, my hands trembling the entire time.
It
would take a few minutes before the results showed. I closed my eyes and
started a countdown in my mind, dreading to see the result.
Deep
breaths, Kristen.
Finally,
five minutes had passed. I looked down at the test in my hand.
Pink
line. I was pregnant.
I
dropped the test on the floor. My hands were shaking. This had to be a mistake.
No way I was pregnant. I’d been on birth control. Even though Vincent came
inside me when we were in the Caribbean, there was no way he got me pregnant.
It didn’t matter how potent his sperm was, it couldn’t beat birth control . . .
right?
I took
another one.
Five
excruciatingly long minutes later, I looked at it.
Pink
line again.
Shit . Shit shit shit. Shit. Fuck.
My
world was coming apart. This can’t be happening.
I
frantically examined the box, hoping to find a warning about its inaccuracy.
“Over
99% accurate. Take comfort in knowing your results.”
I
stepped out of the bathroom and went to the living room where Riley was sipping
a diet coke.
“Riley,
I need to ask you something.” I tried to keep my voice as calm as possible for
someone who just discovered they were pregnant.
She put
her drink down on the coffee table and turned her attention to me. “Sure, what
is it?”
“Is it
possible to get two false-positives on a pregnancy test?”
“Huh?
Why are you . . .” Her eyes widened. “Oh my god. Are you pregnant?”
I tried
holding the tears back but they started flowing against my will. “I just took a
test and that’s what it said.”
“I
thought you were on birth control!”
“I was,
I mean, I am. I just—I don’t know how this could have happened.”
“Oh
Kris, you know that even the pill isn’t one-hundred percent effective.”
I
nodded. “I mean, I knew that as a concept, but I never thought that I’d be the
tiny sliver of a percentage that it would fail for!”
Riley
studied my face, probably discerning that congratulations weren’t in order. Her
tone became serious. “What are you going to do?”
I
started crying harder. “I never planned for this. Vincent and I never talked
about it. We’ve barely even known each other for two months!”
Riley
came to hug me and rub my back. “It’s going to be okay, Kris. You have options.
It’s not the end of the world.”
“I
don’t know what to do.”
Her
voice was soft. “Are you considering getting an abortion?”
“I
don’t know. What other choice do I have? I’m not ready to be a mom. I thought
I’d be into my thirties before I considered having a baby. I don’t even know
how Vincent would react if he found out.”
“Are
you going to tell him?”
“Should
I?”
“You
should. He has a right to know. He is the father right?”
I wiped
the tears
attributed to bad Chinese food. The second time happened because I was
distraught over Marty showing up and the argument with Vincent that followed.
Surely it wasn’t morning sickness . . .
My hand
flew to cover my open mouth when I realized something: it was almost a week now
that my period was late.
Oh no.
During
lunch, I made a trip to Duane Reade and picked up a pregnancy test. When I got
to the family planning aisle, I felt like I was walking into a sex shop looking
over my shoulder every second like I was about to do something scandalous. I
found what I was looking for and tucked the box under my arm until I reached
the register. After paying, I hurriedly put the box in my purse hoping no one saw
me buy it.
When I
got home, I spotted Riley in her usual spot on the couch watching TV. I set
down my tote in a kitchen chair and headed for the bathroom with the test box
in hand, careful to keep it hidden from Riley.
I
locked the door and stared at the box for a moment. The picture on the front
showed a woman smiling brightly. I glanced in the mirror and saw that my
expression looked nothing like that.
I took
out a strip and followed the directions, my hands trembling the entire time.
It
would take a few minutes before the results showed. I closed my eyes and
started a countdown in my mind, dreading to see the result.
Deep
breaths, Kristen.
Finally,
five minutes had passed. I looked down at the test in my hand.
Pink
line. I was pregnant.
I
dropped the test on the floor. My hands were shaking. This had to be a mistake.
No way I was pregnant. I’d been on birth control. Even though Vincent came
inside me when we were in the Caribbean, there was no way he got me pregnant.
It didn’t matter how potent his sperm was, it couldn’t beat birth control . . .
right?
I took
another one.
Five
excruciatingly long minutes later, I looked at it.
Pink
line again.
Shit . Shit shit shit. Shit. Fuck.
My
world was coming apart. This can’t be happening.
I
frantically examined the box, hoping to find a warning about its inaccuracy.
“Over
99% accurate. Take comfort in knowing your results.”
I
stepped out of the bathroom and went to the living room where Riley was sipping
a diet coke.
“Riley,
I need to ask you something.” I tried to keep my voice as calm as possible for
someone who just discovered they were pregnant.
She put
her drink down on the coffee table and turned her attention to me. “Sure, what
is it?”
“Is it
possible to get two false-positives on a pregnancy test?”
“Huh?
Why are you . . .” Her eyes widened. “Oh my god. Are you pregnant?”
I tried
holding the tears back but they started flowing against my will. “I just took a
test and that’s what it said.”
“I
thought you were on birth control!”
“I was,
I mean, I am. I just—I don’t know how this could have happened.”
“Oh
Kris, you know that even the pill isn’t one-hundred percent effective.”
I
nodded. “I mean, I knew that as a concept, but I never thought that I’d be the
tiny sliver of a percentage that it would fail for!”
Riley
studied my face, probably discerning that congratulations weren’t in order. Her
tone became serious. “What are you going to do?”
I
started crying harder. “I never planned for this. Vincent and I never talked
about it. We’ve barely even known each other for two months!”
Riley
came to hug me and rub my back. “It’s going to be okay, Kris. You have options.
It’s not the end of the world.”
“I
don’t know what to do.”
Her
voice was soft. “Are you considering getting an abortion?”
“I
don’t know. What other choice do I have? I’m not ready to be a mom. I thought
I’d be into my thirties before I considered having a baby. I don’t even know
how Vincent would react if he found out.”
“Are
you going to tell him?”
“Should
I?”
“You
should. He has a right to know. He is the father right?”
I wiped
the tears
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