I went into the bathroom and did what was necessary. My heart was racing badly. I can barely bear the thought that I might be pregnant. My child isn't supposed to be born yet. I pulled off the cover and brought out the item.
I followed the instructions and did what I was supposed to do. I went out of the bathroom to wait. I don't want to get my hopes up. The probability of not getting pregnant is really low. I just feel it in my gut that I am pregnant. My frequent hormone changes say it all. I haven't been noticing, but as I think about it right now, I see signs. I heaved a sigh yet again. What will happen to me and my child? What will happen to me now?
There was a knock on the door. I knew it was Emily, so I let her in. She walked in, looking worried, and asked, "How was it? Has the result shown yet?"
I shook my head, "I'm still waiting."
