It started out as a normal day. I woke up at my boyfriends, earlier than usual to put in some extra over time at work. Something I'd been pulling a lot of, having just moved out on my own and getting quite tired of living pay cheque to pay cheque. I gathered up my clothing and toiletries, grabbed my cell phone, kissed my half asleep man back to sleep, and headed off to my tiny one bedroom apartment to get ready.
While showering, something just didn't feel right. I was incredibly nauseous, and I felt quite light headed. Taking a couple of minutes to think, I realized that I had been feeling this way for a couple of days. The previous weekend, had been my best friend's bridal shower and I remember struggling in the car both ways to and from Banff and not really having my normal energy to keep up at the bar. At the time, I blamed it on putting in so much over time (I had been averaging 10 hours a week!), and a lack of sleep.
However, that morning as I got out of the shower something drew me to drag out a spare pregnancy test in the back of the bathroom cupboard from a two pack purchased several months prior. I ripped open the silver foil packet, held it downstream, apprehensively put the cap back on and set it on the counter. Convinced that within minutes I would see the reassuring negative symbol that had greeted me so many times before.
Not this time.
Within seconds, there they were.
Two pink lines.
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