Mood swings, nightmares, heartburns. Am I pregnant?
Part of me wishing it were true. All the pains of missing my baby Kevin would ease up and I would be hopeful again. Part of me wishing it were not true. Mentally, I can’t switch back to a year ago knowing the deadly consequences or worse, the unknown possibilities. I have been preparing myself for a new direction, a job and a life outside of home, at least for the time being and not to think about offspring for a while.
What if it is true? What do I do? I cannot believe I would hesitate now. I know I would do whatever has been planned by the mighty force. I will take the responsibility. So, I decide.
But, as a streak of blood comes, everything is over: the symptoms are just a side effect of a new medication.
Or, is this a test?
If it happens to you for real, do you think you are ready?