The porcelain was cold against my forehead as I rested there for a moment, letting the queasiness subside. The initial shock of throwing up had passed, and now a million thoughts ran through my mind.
And then there was the most important question of them all: “Could I be pregnant?”
Slowly pushing myself up, I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes looked a bit glassy, and my face paler than usual.
“It could just be a hangover,” I whispered, trying to reassure myself. Or perhaps those eggs from breakfast had turned bad.
I let out a shaky breath, steadying myself. A pregnancy test would confirm things, but was I ready to know? I could feel my heart racing at the mere thought. “Maybe give it a couple of days,” I murmured. If the symptoms persisted, I’d take the test.
