9 months before. That's where the story starts.
- I set the test on the counter of my bathroom and ran my hands under the warm water tap. They shook violently and I reached for a towel before glancing up at the mirror. My face was pale and a sticky sweat clung to my forehead. All of my blonde curls were smoothed back off of my face and the small amount of make up I wore had now been smudged from the whole hour and a half that I spent crying and rubbing my face trying to get to terms with the fact that today might be the first day of the rest of my life. My feet padded along the black and white checked tiles as I began to pace back and forth. The timer I had set on my iPhone was nearing it's end. I took two deep breaths and tried to ignore the vibrating signalling that my fate had been determined. Of course, I would go to the doctor and look into it but, after this it was pretty much final. My eyes were shut tight and my whole face was scrunched up as I reached my hand out hesitantly and let it hover over the pregnancy test. I exhaled slowly and squinted through my eyes as my vision cleared and I stared down at the two red lines, not willing or wanting myself to believe it. I was pregnant.
