4 Sisters of the Apocalypse

32- Meg

Meg

I'm going stir crazing waiting for Malorie to bring me   the test. I already know what it's going to be. It's gonna be positive like my blood type. B+,  The dream I had was so vivid. I haven't dreamed like that since I was a kid.

In my dream--which felt more real to me than my actual life--Rory was there. He looked all sweet and sweaty. I was on the hospital table... No, I laid on a regular bed with white sheets. My sisters were there... all three of them.

Beth was near my crotch, "Push Meg. I can see the crown."

I screamed, "What crown? Is my baby a prince?"

She answered, "Or maybe a princess we won't know until we see her other end."

I looked up at Beth and asked, "Can we change the ending?"

"I suppose if we change the beginning the ending could be quite different." Beth began fading as the room spun and melted into water colored glass. All of my pain faded into nothing and suddenly dad was there looking quite old and sickly.

"Don't worry. I'm not looking. I just wanted to say hello to my first grandchild. And to say goodbye to my best girl."

I became frantic. "What do you mean 'goodbye' dad?" I need you to help me raise this little guy."

Dad kissed my forehead. "You have all the help you need dear daughter. Look around you."

Then dad disappeared and Rory knelt by my side. His face was close to mine. "You've got this Meggy."

I looked up at his big green eyes. "You haven't called me Meggy since we were kids."

He smiled. "And now we're having a kid."

Then I woke up.

A loud tap,tap, tap at the door swept away my memory.

"It's me Meg! Malorie! Can I come in?"

Before I could answer she bustled into my room with an arm full of CVS goods.

"Okay so I bought 3 tests--just to be on the safe side. I also bought you some minty Tic Tacs in case you're feeling nauseous. Here's a bathroom scale to see if you're gaining weight and some prenatal vitamins. I read somewhere if you don't take folic acid your kid could have 3 eyes or whatever."

"Not true... but thank you Malorie. You've gone above and beyond the call of duty."

Our quadmates banged on my door. Malorie shoved all the paraphernalia under a large blue quilted throw pillow mom had made me.

Leah stuck her head in. "Hey Mal, we're heading over to bible study, you coming?"

I told her, "You should go Malorie. I've got it from here."

Malorie looked at me with her wide brown almond eyes then overcompensated. "Jo's got a cold is all. I brought her a few things from CVS. You know like vitamin C, Echinacea... " She suddenly looked really guilty for lying.

I stood up and walked Malorie to the door. "Thank you very much for caring for me. Now I might be contagious so..."

Malorie instinctively grabbed her stomach as if pregnancy could be contagious.

"Bye Malorie. Bye Leah. Don't let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya!" Oh I must be delirious.

I closed the door and slid down it with my back against it.

I've certainly gotten myself into a pickle. Then I bust out laughing. "What does that even mean?" How does one get into a pickle? Note to self. Ask Jo what this idiom means.

My phone buzzed. I had 3 text messages.

Beth: Make sure you are at Aunt Catherine's and Uncle Jerry's on Sunday. 3:00PM meeting mandatory.

Okay dad... (I typed sarcastically.)

Meg: Ask Rory to bring you home this weekend. He won't mind. ;)

Jo: ...

Meg: Winky face? Come on Jo!

Amy: You have to be here on Sunday! It's a CATastraphy over here!

Emphasis on cats? Hmmmmm...  I expected those several dozen cat posters must still be gracing cousin Karen's walls.

I made a group chat titled: "Sisters"

Sisters: I'll be there. No worries.

No worries? I had lots of worries. I remembered dad in my dream and a shiver went up my spine.

Meg: Has anyone heard from dad?

Beth: Nope

Jo: Not me.

Amy: Daddy? Not in a week. : (  I'll ask my substitute parental units tonight.

Beth: Be nice Amy.

Amy: I am Bethie. So nice Aunt Catherine is making me a special supper.

Meg: Whatcha havin?

Amy: Greek Salad and Tiramisu.

Jo: Lucky! I'm starving. I'm having Rice Chex for dinner.

Amy: Ew. See you Sunday!

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After our Sister Chat. I drank a large bottle of water. You can't pee on an empty bladder. Once I read the directions I headed for the bathroom. Thankfully I only shared it with Malorie and she and the Holy Rollers were rolling holy somewhere.  Why am I being so mean? I'm blaming it on the hormones.

I tore open the package and it looked simple enough. Pee on the white spongy stick part then wait for either a plus sign or a minus sign to appear.  Getting my jet stream to hit the mark took a bit of work but once I got it saturated enough I waited. It said it could take up to 5 minutes.

When the minus sign appeared I breathed a sigh and relief and screamed, "Yahoo!" Then I peed on the other two sticks just to be on the safe side.

Not pregnant. No longer a virgin? Check. Pregnant? Nope.

Suddenly I felt very grateful. I fell onto my knees in repentance and gratitude. I knew God forgave me. I hoped Rory would. What did my dream mean?

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