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Kelly had already started counting down to their wedding, which was scheduled in three months. Every morning she would rush down the stairs to the kitchen and happily “X” out the date on the calendar, proving that they were one day closer to their “Happily Ever After”.

This particular day, when she went to make her “X”, she realized something. Something very, very strange had happened, or not happened as the case may be. It had been quite awhile since she had had her last period. She never really thought much about it normally, since she’d always been irregular, and her fiancé was sterile from the cancer he had when he was a teenager. But looking at the calendar, she remembered that the last time she had it was at Christmas and it was currently the end of March.

That’s an awfully long time, she thought to herself, I wonder what could be wrong with me. She proceeded to make a note to make an appointment with her doctor, but didn’t really think much of it after that.

The smell of bacon and eggs sent her fiancé Chris bounding down the stairs. Kelly stopped what she was doing to look at him. He wasn’t exactly gorgeous, like the men in magazines, but he was attractive in a way that appealed to her. Kelly never was interested in guys that were younger than her, there was something less romantic about being older than a guy, but Chris was the exception to her rule. He was tall, with a less than athletic build and more often than not sported a furry beard. Whether he was telling corny jokes or singing someone’s favorite song in his out of tune way, he had a way of making people feel comfortable. She had never been so in love with someone in her life.

The smell of burning meat immediately brought her back to the task at hand. How could she have burned the bacon? She never did that. More importantly, why was the smell of the burnt bacon making her feel like rushing to the bathroom and throwing up the coffee she had drank before starting breakfast?

“Honey, would you mind taking over here? I think I have that flu bug that’s been going around. I’m going to run upstairs and take some of that pink stuff and see if that helps at all,” she said before dropping the spatula and running up the to the bathroom. She barely made it to the toilet before the contents of her stomach splashed into the cold water. This was so weird, she rarely threw up. In fact, the last time she could remember puking was in college on her 22nd birthday, when she stupidly tried to keep up with her friends who were all doing shots. Now, she rarely drank and if she did, it was only a glass of wine or a couple of beers.

The thought of being pregnant floated into her head, but she pushed it away as soon as it appeared. “Impossible,” she thought to herself, “there is no way I could be pregnant…. But…. No, there’s no way.” She made a mental note to make sure she made that doctor’s appointment first thing Monday morning. Kelly went over to their double sink and smiled as she cleaned up the hair that was always scattered around Chris’s sink. She thought about how magazines were always featuring women writing that this was one of their biggest pet peeves, their boyfriends’ or husbands’ mess from shaving left around the sink. Kelly couldn’t imagine something like that being someone’s biggest issue, there were so many things that could happen that were so much bigger than that. Why sweat the small stuff? And besides, she actually enjoyed cleaning up Chris’s little messes. She washed her face, took some Pepto-Bismol, and brushed her teeth. She felt much better, and the smell of breakfast seemed much more appealing than it had just five minutes before.

Downstairs she found Chris at the table reading the sports section. He had thoughtfully put their breakfast on plates and stored them in the oven with the temperature on warm. Kelly took the plates out of the oven, and they finally sat down to eat. Saturday was her favorite day, since it was the one day that they didn’t have anything they had to do. They could relax and enjoy each other’s company without having to worry about work. She smiled at Chris as he put away the newspaper and they started to eat.

“Are you feeling better? I was a little worried when you didn’t come back down right away.” Chris said, with a look of concern.

“I’m fine, I took some medicine and now I’m absolutely starving! I’m not sure what happened, but I’m glad it passed so quickly.” Kelly debated whether or not she should share her thoughts on what could be wrong. Even though the idea was crazy, she had never held back before when it came to her fiancée, so she decided she would get his input.

“I know it sounds impossible, but I’m wondering if I could be pregnant.” She glanced up at him and saw his startled expression, “I know, it’s crazy, right?”

“You can’t be pregnant. I mean, you could be, but it couldn’t be mine. You know what the doctors said, there’s absolutely no chance I can have children unless it’s through in vitro fertilization.” Chris’s face no longer held the relaxed expression it had only minutes before, “Is there something you need to tell me, Kelly?”

“What? Are you serious? Are you implying that you think I would have cheated on you? I don’t know how you could say that! We’re supposed to be getting married in a few months and you don’t trust me?” Her emotions felt out of control and she no longer felt hungry. As she stood up to clean up her plate and put it in the sink, she felt a wave of dizziness and started to sway. She started sinking to the ground, but then she felt Chris’s strong arms steadying her.

“We need to get you to the ER. Like, now. Do you need me to carry you to the car, or do you think you can walk?” She could see the concern in Chris’s eyes and knew she needed to reassure him that she was okay and that she could walk, but she was still quite dizzy and couldn’t figure out how to make her mouth form the words.

Before she knew what was happening, she was in her fiancée’s arms and they were on their way out to his car. He had a candy apple red Porsche with two seats. Not the most practical car, but they had fallen in love with it at the dealership and they had decided it would be a lot of fun to have on their day trips they often took. She was no longer dizzy by the time they reached the car, but a sense of dread had settled over her. She was no doctor, but she knew the signs of pregnancy.

Her older sister, Sue, had three kids under the age of five and Kelly had helped her through each of her pregnancies. Sue’s husband was in the Army and was needed over sees. Kelly had been Sue’s Lamaze partner for the first two kids, although Adam was back for the last one, their first little girl. Susie had all different pregnancy symptoms with all three of her children. The first she was sick the entire first three months, the second she had terrible headaches and dizziness throughout the first half of her pregnancy, and the last she had the craziest cravings. Pickles and ice-cream were nothing compared to what Sue craved during her last pregnancy. Kelly was glad when Adam came home and she was no longer needed to run to the store at 2:00am to purchase honey mustard and Captain Crunch or some other strange combination.

All the way to the hospital Kelly argued with herself over the possibility she could be pregnant. She had already come to terms that she and Chris would never have children. Or if they did decide to, they would be planning exactly when they would be getting pregnant. She had always wanted kids, but Chris seemed content with taking their nieces and nephews for weekend visits. He always joked that he loved kids, but the main thing he loved about them was giving them back to their parents.

They pulled into the hospital parking lot and Kelly immediately felt silly. “Is this really necessary? I feel fine now. It was probably just a passing bug” she said, feeling nervous. Clouds had covered the previously sunny sky and she felt a chill go through her body. Something about this moment seemed to convey as sense of doom and she had a fleeting thought that after today, nothing would ever be the same.


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