“I don’t even have enough pee for three tests. Why did we get all of these again?” I asked Alison, as Jamie was juggling the huge instruction sheets that came inside the boxes. The three of us were locked up in the room, while Liam waited for us obliviously in the living room, as we allegedly were getting ready to go out for dinner.
“Certainty, baby. We need to be sure that whatever the outcome is, it’s the right one. And these tests are not a hundred percent accurate. So just stop asking questions and go pee on the sticks.” Alison replied, laughing as she shoved me into the bathroom. If my situation were different, this could be quite fun and funny. But right now, I’m just hoping that all these tests come back negative, because I really don’t know what I’m supposed to do if they don’t.
