Disbelief

"What the hell is that smell?", I screamed as John chomped on a grilled ham and cheese from Panera Bakery while driving to our friends Verner and Eva's. I've never smelled anything so foul, or so I thought. I could feel the contents of my stomach rise. After arriving at Verner and Eva's, we visited and played with their son, Nick. Soon after, the boys went to get us lunch and there was that god awful smell again, only worse. Eva had ordered a grilled portabello mushroom sandwich. I nibbled on a salad and concentrated on not puking on their dining table. That would be rude.

Once back in the car, John turned to me and said, "You're pregnant".

"You're crazy. I couldn't possibly be", I assured him, "I just had my period."

"Oh yeah, when?"

"Just, um, uhh, hmmm, well, 1, 2, uh... 6 weeks ago", I guessed, "No, it couldn't be. I'm never on time."

Later that night....
I flew home while John stayed in LA for work. John's prediction was still bugging me, so I got out a pregancy test that my friend, Monette, had left at my house. Being the practical chinese, I kept the leftover tests, but since it took up too much room, I threw away the box and directions.

After peeing on the stick and managing not to get any on my hand, I waited to see what was supposed to happen. After a few minutes, and me logging into the ept website, a pair of perpendicular lines materialized. They horizontal line was fuzzy and blurry, so surely this means the test was inconclusive. If it were a plus, it would be bold, right? I mean pluses have one horizontal line, not several fuzzy ones, right? RIGHT?

If I can't read a bloody plus or minus, how am I supposed to raise a child? So I jumped in the car, went to Border's and bought every book on pregnancy I could find. 1 hour and $150 later, I still couldn't find anything about that damn fuzzy horizonal line.