Oh God! What if I was? We’re not ready. I’m not ready. I knew Max didn’t want kids now. The thought of having his children…our children…exhilarated me, but what if I have a difficult time getting pregnant like my mom had? What if I can’t even have children? As all these thoughts rushed through my mind, I didn’t know if being pregnant was going to be good news or bad news.

Hearing nothing but my heart thumping like it was going to jump out of my chest, as every second moved toward that one-minute mark, I dragged my hands through my hair, and tried to calm my nerves. Tapping my feet while sitting on the toilet lid, I wondered if enough time had passed. I forgot to bring a timer with me, so I started counting in my head.

Suddenly, my muscles were tighter, my lungs were constricting, and I was having a difficult time breathing. I had never been this nervous in my entire life, except for when I thought Max was going to leave me, but this was different. This could be a life-changing moment. Not just mine, but Max’s, his family, my family, our friends…the list went on and on. All sorts of thoughts were spinning in my head, even before knowing the results.

Figuring it was about time, though I had lost count a while ago, I picked up the stick with my trembling hand…I saw the first line…then….

I swung the door open. “Becky….”