All because of alcohol-induced spontenaeity…waiting, waiting, waiting
It’s due any day now, but each time I check myself in the bathroom, I still don’t see the welcome red spots…
We always use protection, but that night…having had a few shots, both of us lost our inhibitions…
Whether it was carelessness on my part when I put it on or over-hastiness on his part, it split…
I took the emergency pill as soon as possible – within 12 hours, perhaps it was because the nurse didn’t want to tell me too definitively that I’ll be fine and raise my hopes, but I felt more nervous than ever coming out of that clinic with the over-use of hypotheticals…
It perhaps deservedly made me feel bloaty and moody…never felt so low waking up in the morning as I did today for no reason at all. I have to go back in a few weeks time to confirm that this is only a scare…please, let it only be a scare… Can’t stop torturing myself – I’m feeling sick – am I pregnant? I’m feel blue – am I pregnant? I’m feeling tired – am I pregnant…?
Now I’m just hanging on a thread, finding it difficult to concentrate on anything, I’m just waiting, waiting, waiting…never looked forward the monthly discomfort so much…
His reaction? Surprisingly calm and cool, but I don’t think he gets the implications and is underestimating the risk.
For now, I should focus – I have a mountain of work to do…
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