7 Weeks. -
"Oh Chloe! Let's go into this shop."
"Chloe, this dress would look great on you!"
"Should I buy some sexy new underwear for tonight? I have a hot date."
Today Charlotte finally managed to get me out of my bed, for some reason I havent been feeling myself lately. I've been feeling a bit sick, but I put that down to my period, however this month my period was really light, the lightest it's ever been. Hardly lasted long as well. I've also been feeling weak and tired but i'm sleeping perfectly fine. My breasts are also feeling quite tender, but I'm honestly putting this down to my period.
"Jeez Chloe, are you even listening to me?" Charlotte's looking at me with an annoyed expression on her face.
I feel so damn sick...
Clearing my throat, I look toward Charlotte and give my best smile possible. "Sorry Charlottle. I'm listening to you know."
"It doesnt matter, I think I'm going to get this dress for tonight." She holds up a light pink dress infront of her. I does suit her.
Rubbing my eyes softly and letting out a small yawn. "You know I have some really nice heels that will match that dress. You're welcome to borrow them. You're welcome to come over and get ready at my house." It's the least I can do for completely ignoring her.
Her face quickly lights up when I offer her the chance to come over.
"Yes please Chloe! I know that i've been on so many dates I just really dont want to mess this date up, I really like this guy." I've actually never really seen her this excited for a date.
"Well, um yeah... You can get... ready at mine." Looking down at my feet I suddenly get this surge of sickness and I know I'm going to be sick this time round.
Charlotte's face quickly falls. "Chloe? Are you okay?"
Nodding quickly, I place a hand over my mouth. "I'll be right back." Pushing past her softly, I run out of the shop towards the nearest toilets.
I get into the closets stool, kneel onto the cold stone floor and throw up into the toilet.
My stomach wont stop churning. I keep being sick, sick until there's was nothing left in my stomach, the only noise I was making was plenty of nasty dry heaving.
When I start to calm down, I sit back on the floor and lean back against the wall. Leaning my aching head back and closing my eyes. I try to understand what might be wrong with me.
I know I'm perfectly fine but something just isnt right.
Then I come up with an idea in my head. Maybe what I thought was a period a few weeks ago wasnt really a proper period. It was so light and I didnt even have my normal painful cramps. Shit. I think I'm pregnant. It explains so much, the sickness, the tenderness of my skin, the ergency to need to toilet. The lack of my monthly curse.
Putting my head in my hands, I squeeze my eyes closed and sigh.
This is messed up. I havent seen Dean since that night, and I know that if I am pregnant. He's the father, because I havent been with anyone in that way except for him. He was my first. I'm so unlucky.
After a while, I stand up and open the door of the stool and walk out. Looking around quickly to make sure that Charlotte hasnt tired to find me, I walk out of the toilets and make my way towards the nearest chemist.
I need to find out. I have to settle my mind.
Making my way towards the pregnancy section, I put up one test and read the information. I've always read in my magazines that it would be best to take at least two pregnancy tests to make sure you get the more accurate reading. Take pick up three tests and walk towards the counter. I hand the tests to the cashier but my hands are shaking. The lady look up at me and gives me a sympathetic smile.
