Test Taking

No, I'm sure didn't do it right. Maybe I didn't wait long enough, or maybe this brand isn't reliable. I must've done something wrong.

Maggie refused to believe it when all six pregnancy tests came out positive. She couldn't be pregnant; she had to have done the tests wrong. As she stared at the tests scattered around the bathroom sink, she began to feel the reality hit her.

But it isn't impossible, is it? That night with—

She shoved away the thought. It was a stupid mistake she didn't want to think about.

As painful and terrifying as it was, she had to admit the tests were probably right. Her breasts were sore. She'd been getting nauseous. She had been feeling exhausted lately and took naps as soon as she got home from school. Strangest of all, there were times she felt she'd go crazy if she didn't have a cookie.

Tears spilled down her cheeks as she sank to the floor. Maggie couldn't help crying loudly as she hugged her knees to her chest. Not only was she not ready for this, but this wasn't part of the plan. Everything was planned out, and there was no wiggle room for a baby.

A baby, I'm having a baby. What am I going to do?

It played over and over in her head. She knew what she could do, but she wasn't sure about the options. There was adoption, but could she really give up her child? Yet raising it herself was just as questionable. Even if she was willing to throw all her dreams away, she doubted she was ready to be a mother. Then there was also…

She gasped as the thought hit her. She hadn't expected to react that much. It would be the smart thing to do, wouldn't it? It would be like it never happened. Her parents wouldn't have to know… And she would able to keep her plans. But no matter how she pitched it, the thought tied her stomach in knots.

Unfolding herself, she looked down at her midsection. She wasn't showing yet; it had only been six weeks. Without looking away, she wiped her tears with her shirtsleeves. Placing a hand over her stomach, she couldn't help but wonder: Was there really a person growing in there? What she was going to do depended on her answer.

It's just a cluster of cells, right? But then I was once, too.

Suddenly it hit her that she was arguing whether her baby was a person or not. Did she really have the right? If she wanted her baby, it was a baby, but if she didn't she could say it wasn't? She rubbed her stomach gently, whispering, "You're a baby. You're my baby." Tears started streaking down her face again. She was so tired. All she wanted to do was sleep.

After sitting on the floor a few more minutes, Maggie crawled into bed, hoping it was all a dream.