Decision

JESSICA

For days now, I’ve been very ill, tired, and nauseous. When I first got back from the hospital, I had chalked these feelings of illness up to the fact that I left the hospital before I was supposed to and now, I’m suffering the consequences. I have since discarded that notion though.

Now, along with my illness and nausea, I’m suffering from a very acute case of disbelief, if such a thing exists. I stare at the pregnancy test strip in front of me in disbelief, willing one of the two red lines to disappear.

Maybe if I stare at the strip long and hard enough and will the line to disappear, it will obey my command. However, like the countless number of strips that I’ve wasted in taking the test in the past week, this one doesn’t obey my command.

I’m pregnant. I’ve had up to six days to get used to the word, but still, it feels so foreign, as though I’ve never heard it before now. Six days ago, my doctor had suggested taking a pregnancy test, after I complained to him about the wa