“If it’s negative, you’ll still have me, and all your friends. We’re right here. And I happen to have your favorite movies on DVD, and a tub of Haagen-Dazs in the freezer. And Oscar has a huge bag of Doritos, which I’m sure he’d be willing to share. I know how you love those.”
I give her a huge hug, and dash to the washroom, my heart beating a mile a minute.
I’m squatting over the toilet, my hand between my legs, holding on for dear life to the pee stick. I’m shaking, wondering what will happen next.
I’m in tears as I wash my hands, as I stare at the test, at the small window. It’s simple — a plus sign means pregnant, and a minus sign means not.
When I see the plus sign appear slowly, I think I’m imagining it. I’ve taken pregnancy tests before but I’ve never seen a positive. I fear my mind might be playing tricks on me because I want this so much. But as the sign deepens, I have hope.
I dash out of the bathroom, stick in hand. “What do you see?” I ask Kayla.
She screams. “Woo-hoo. You’re pregnant, Corrie. You’re really pregnant.”
She sees it too. It must be real.
We hug each other and jump up and down like school girls. Her cat eyes us curiously.
“What’s going on?” Oscar asks, confused.
“Corrie’s pregnant,” Kayla cheers.
Corrie’s pregnant.
I never thought I’d ever hear those words. Not in a million years.
