ASAPBaby

Denial

Mitch's POV:
Pregnant
Pregnant
Pregnant
Pregnant
Pregnant
Pregnant
Even though a doctor told me that I was pregnant and I trusted her, I still couldn't believe I was. It was still early evening the day of my doctors appointment, I had bought six pregnancy tests and tested them. All the tests came back positive. Well they all were only $8, maybe they were defective I reasoned with myself. I wrapped all the tests in toilet paper then threw it into the trash.
"I'm going back out." I said passing Greg who was relaxing on the sofa.
"Again??!?!!!! Babe are you okay?" Greg looked up concerned.
"Yeah" I said quickly. I ran out the door. At the store I was down the feminine products aisle, with a lot of women giving me weird stares. I looked at the pregnancy test options. One was being sold for 99¢, no, another was 2 pack for $10, ahh here there was the expensive one for $25. I quickly picked it up, as well as some condoms. I must've looked like a fool at the check out, since the cashier eyed me looking at what I brought.
I walked out, I couldn't get myself to go home quite yet. I decided to go to Tim Hortons.
At the coffee shop, I bought a coffee then went into the toilet while it was being made. I peed on the stick and then waited for two minutes, luckily no one came in.
I peered over at the stick holding my breath...

Pregnant

I sighed, gently caressing my abdomen. I finally gave in to myself; I was pregnant and no amount of pregnancy tests would change that fact. I covered the used pregnancy test with toilet paper and threw it in the trash. I felt ashamed of myself. What will this baby think of Dad when they learn that Dad was trying to pregnancy-test-away their existence. Did being in denial and disbelief make me a bad parent already? I haven't even started parenting, I thought to myself as I tried to casually exit the washroom and the store with my coffee in hand. The entire way home I was just numb. When I walked into our home, Feta came up barking, Greg rushed up and squeezed my squishy organs right out of me.
"Babe, I thought you decided to run away from me" Greg said relieved. 
"Greg, I'm scared. I don't think I can do this." I said, though my whole attitude towards the news probably give that impression already.
"You won't have to," Greg said, kissing me on the cheek, "I will be right beside you the whole time."
"Greg, you're enjoying this news aren't you?" I asked testily.
"Sweetheart, this is OUR baby, we're going to be parents, and you will be able to tell them later that you grew them inside you." Greg said optimistically. I just sighed. 
I ran upstairs and searched on the internet
"Carrier". A few websites showed up, including a website that said "Carrier Club: support group for carriers".

I was very interested in the Wikipedia page that reported different conditions carriers could have, some of them equivalent to the conditions pregnant biological females might have but with far more severe consequences because the carrier's body simply isn't made to handle a pregnancy.  I made the mistake and looked up the different stories of CC. Some stories were written by the carrier's partner after the carrier died giving birth because of some of these carrier conditions. After about 20 minutes I had freaked myself out and decided to just go to bed.

Authors note
If you read this chapter before where I listed a bunch of types of carriers, I'm sorry to have changed it but I don't want to have to keep track of all the kinds of carriers and not have the story makes sense with Mitch trying to figure out what type he is and how to cope with being that type. 

I acknowledge that conditions and difficulties during pregnancy are no laughing matter and can lead to serious injury and death, and to those people who endure these problems, I just want to tell you that you are amazing! I do not mean to make fun of those conditions by writing this story.