The next morning, after a crazy night with the girls involving poker and a lot of laughing, Carrie was once again anxious about her situation. She didn't know if she wanted the results to be positive or negative in regards to pregnancy. All she knew what she wanted to have the doctor's office call her already so she could tell the girls what was going on. As if on cue, the phone rang. It was the doctor's office.

"Hello?"

"Is this Ms. Carrie Bradshaw?"

"Yes it is. May I help you?"

"Yes. We have your results from the pregnancy test."

"And what are they?"

"You, Carrie Bradshaw, are positively pregnant."

"Thank you for telling me. Looks like I have decisions to make. Goodbye," she hung up. Carrie was in shock. How do I tell Big about this? He is going to hate this! He doesn't even want to get married again, after his ex-wife Barbara. What am I going to do?

"Carrie? Hun? Are you ok? Do we need to get you to lie down?" asked Charlotte. All the girls looked at Carrie worriedly, wondering what news the doctor's office brought. "Are you pregnant or not?" asked Miranda.

"Yep. I'm pregnant. What am I going to do? How am I going to tell Big about this? He is going to freak out on me! He doesn't even want to get married again, so I doubt that he wants kids! What am I going to do?"

"Take a deep breath, hun, it is going to be alright. You don't know his reaction until you tell him about it," rationalized Charlotte. "Just tell him while you two are alone, when you aren't drinking, smoking, making out, or having sex. When you guys are eating out at a restaurant, or walking down the street, or something. Just don't tell him over the phone. That is a recipe for disaster."

"Ok, thanks guys. I guess I should head over to Big's and tell him the situation. No time like the present to figure out what his reaction is to this news will be."