Tina swings by the dinner for breakfast on Monday morning. Mostly she’s come by to rib me about Jay I’m sure.
“Sorry Tina, I didn’t mean to snap. I’ve just been tired and cranky lately.” I sigh.
“You’re sure you’re not pregnant.” Tina laughs.
I freeze.
Tina’s next joke flits through my head,
“At least you didn’t procreate with him.” She says.
Could I be?
Oh, God.
“I… I…” I’ve lost my voice. My mind is spiraling.
Tina’s smile drops. “Oh, sorry, I was only joking. Are you preggers?”
It feels like forever before I’m thinking clearly enough to remember I’m at work. Wordlessly I leave Tina and flee to the kitchen. I dash to my locker in the back corner and pull out my phone. I check the calendar. I didn’t mark my period last month. Does that mean…. did I miss it. Did I have it a
