I gave myself a couple of seconds to recover from the shock of the positive pregnancy test. I washed my hands in the sink, splashing a little cold water in my face to try and get rid of the red puffiness around my eyes. I studied my reflection.
I had half expected myself to look different. I couldn't be very far along, of course I wouldn't be showing yet. I knew that much. I just almost expected my face to look different. I couldn't figure out how I had thought that difference would show, but I was shocked to see the same face staring back at me that I saw every day.
Still, once I felt like I had gathered myself enough to be able to be seen again, I threw the test in the trash and slipped out of the bathroom.
I avoided the nosy cashier on my way to the car. I thought about what I would
