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Sara
I’m still strangely tired when I wake up the next morning, and the breakfast smells wafting from the kitchen downstairs make me nauseated instead of awakening my appetite as usual. Bleary-eyed, I stumble to the bathroom, and as I’m brushing my teeth, it dawns on me that today is Saturday.
As in, four days after my period was due to start.
The surge of adrenaline chases away all remaining grogginess. Heart racing, I rush back to the bedroom and pull out my phone, frantically counting the days on the calendar to make sure I didn’t make a mistake.
Nope.
I’m definitely late, and this time, I can’t blame it on stress.
I’ve stocked up on home pregnancy tests since our discussion about children, so I rush back to the bathroom to take one. Except I’ve already peed, and I can’t squee
