Expect the unexpected

Around 1 month after my meeting with the Doctor, the exhaustion started to take its toll on my work. Working from home made me feel important, focused and made me want to work hard. But these feelings subsided because of my need to sleep and rest all day. I thought it might be a side effect of the depression pills, so stopped taking them. But the feelings continued.
I hated the fact I felt so ill, because it made me feel lazy and worthless. I needed to work, to reach my goal but it felt simply impossible at this time. My work slacked and my sleeping took over.
My eating habits also became insane. I was always a health freak. I hated junk food because it made me feel disgusting, but loved exercise because it made me feel enlightened and refreshed. However, I felt no desire to exercise and all the desire to indulge in sweet foods and calorie filled delicacies.
Before long, I was waking once or twice in the nights to empty my bladder and my stomach became tender and rather firm to touch.  I put it down to bloating and joked to my boyfriend about pregnancy, but never took it seriously.

That is, until I was in a supermarket with my boyfriend one evening and passed a stand with many pregnancy tests lined up among it. I almost skipped past, but took the chance to do it as the Doctor had told me before. I found a basic test, purchased it with a little flutter of embarassment and walked out of the door.
On arriving back at my house, I took one test. The pack comprised of two. I had heard it was more reliable to take one in the morning to be sure, but I decided to do one on this current evening and another in the morning.
I can't tell you how many times I had taken one of these tests. Waiting for two lines to appear but there had always been that one line. The line that made me feel relieved but also angry that it never happened. Which was crazy, because I didn't want a baby but wanted to know that I wasn't damaged goods and that I could.

As I emptied my bladder and aimed for the stick, my heart thumped harder than usual. I placed the lid on the test and horizontally placed it upon the edge of the bath as I sat on the toilet, waiting to see the lines appear.
There they were. Two lines, side by side. I stopped breathing for a minute in disbelief.
Taking a look at the box the test came in, I compared my results with that on the box.
It was for sure, I was pregnant.