I sat on the couch with Kalin talking. "I think we should buy a house," he said "what? Kalin that'll definitely be a lot of money and we still have a few months left of college!" I said. "We have a child on the way, I don't want him to grow up in a loft, plus our parents will probably pitch in, just think about it for me?" He asked. "I guess, but for right now I'm thinking about using the bathroom," I said standing up and walking upstairs. I sat down and started doing my business, I noticed my urine wasn't as thin, I looked at the tissue to see blood. No no no no, this can't be happening, I thought as I cried. Kalin came in "Alana are you okay?" He asked worried "Kalin there was blood," I said, getting up and flushing the toilet. He stood there in shock as I washed my hands. "What did I do wrong? I didn't stress much, I ate right, I didn't do any heavy lifting," I cried as Kalin hugged me. "Its all my fault he didn't live, I can't ever do anything right" I continued, Kalin pulled away "don't you ever say that, you didn't do anything wrong and there's no need to beat yourself up about it," he said sternly. I crawled into bed and slowly pulled my legs toward my swollen chest and started crying. Kalin called the doctor and talked to her for an hour before he hung up. "Alana we're going to the doctor tomorrow," he said lying next to me. I snuggled my head into his chest as he ran his hands through my hair. That night we both cried ourselves to sleep.
