So there I was at 6:20am, waiting to get tested. I thought I would get there first but there were two women before me. It was pouring outside.
I got to work and tried to get my mind off the fact that one phone call could change my life.
At 9:45am, my cell phone rang with the clinic’s number. I had no where to go to speak privately, I was in my cube at work.
So I answered.
“GG, this is Nurse X how are you”?
I sensed happiness in her voice.
(Of course it had to be the nurse that I *don’t* like.)
“Good, how are you”? I answered.
“Well, I’m here with Erica, Joanne, Sam and Nicole.”
“GG, why do you think we would all be on the phone?”
I wanted to scream- “Get to it woman” but I couldn’t.
“GG your pregnant”.
I wanted to jump out of my seat. I wanted to scream. I was out of breath. I was for once in my life, speechless.
“Yes but how’s my hCg?” I asked.
I wanted to call my husband, but he was in a final. So I ran to my co-worker across from my cube. She knows what I underwent and she’s around my mom’s age and very motherly. I stood there and smiled. I had no soundproof outlet. She hugged me.
Then I called my best friend. I didn’t want to bother her since 6 hours prior she herself had given birth to a baby girl ( which everyone thought would be a boy).
I called her but she was on the phone and asked me to call her back. I told her OK, but just for your information, I too will be in your situation in 8 months from now. She was ecstatic!