My mind started to race as she suggested that I take a pregnancy test that she so happened to have on hand (she stocks up, just in case..well good for her). As she gleefully ran to get the test, I was trying to figure out how this could have happened. We have been careful, and always used protection. There was just that first time in my hallway...how late was I? I had not been keeping track. Well, I have not really had to keep track--until now.
I did not want to take the test, but I did. I left the tester in the bathroom, and told Chloe to go in there and look at it. I did not want to see the results. It all made so much sense, considering how I've been feeling lately. I was convinced that I was pregnant. What else could it be? I just waited for Chloe to confirm the hard facts.
"I'm so sorry," Chloe said when she returned.
"Oh No," I said as I put my head into my hands.
How was I going to explain this? Immaculate conception? There was no way to explain it. The affair was going to be exposed. I wanted to collapse on the floor and cry my eyes out.
"You could always try again," she said, with a comforting hand to my shoulder.
Suddenly, I was confused, and then I realized what she meant. She was sorry because the test was negative. I tried not to show my true feelings, but the relief that I felt was palpable. After all this time, I never thought that I would be relieved that I was NOT pregnant. Oh how life has changed.
I may have dodged this bullet, but there is definitely something going on with me. I plan on going to the doctor to find out why I've been so tired lately. At least I know that I am not pregnant, and right now, that is good news.