A short story about the not-so-joyful experience of pregnancy and the life that surrounds it.

I waited anxiously for the results to show up. Having just urinated on the pregnancy test, it would tell me the ultimate fate. I didn’t want to have a kid, not now anyway. All the other tests that I had taken over the years were always negative, as I hoped this one would be too.

The results showed two lines and I became instantly angry. Not that it wasn’t my fault, but it was definitely more his fault.

I came storming out of the bathroom of our two-hundred and fifty square foot studio apartment and threw the pregnancy test at my boyfriend’s head.

“Look what you did!” I yelled.

He didn’t even flinch as the test flew passed him. He was playing his play station video game on the television and while he tapped the buttons on the hand controllers he said, “What does it say?”

“Just look at it.” I retorted and crossed my arms.

“You’re pregnant, aren’t you?” His eyes didn’t move from the TV screen as he smiled from ear to ear.

“This is all your fault.” I stated bitterly.

All my boyfriend did was smile as he kept playing. At least one of us was happy about this. This was his second child and my first. He was calling it a blessing and I was calling it a curse. Before we even got pregnant, I told him my three rules about kids, “They’re not fun, they’re not cute, and they keep you up all night.” He would retort with jest, “They are fun, they are cute, and they keep you up all night.”

I didn’t believe this pregnancy test, so I bought another one the next day. Damn, it was positive, too. Then I decided to go to Planned Parenthood, because obviously the two tests had lied to me. I was so nervous at their office that I couldn’t go pee for 30 minutes. Finally the stream came and their test told me that I was pregnant. They said I was due on October 31st. What? Due on the 31st? Why couldn’t they understand that I wasn’t pregnant? Then they tell me that they only do abortions and since I’m going to keep it I have to see a different doctor. I check the doctor on my insurance card and it was a male. Well, I don’t want some guy poking and prodding his way inside of me, so I call up the closest female doctor I can find and go to her.

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