I was starting to feel a little sick and passed it off as getting ill.
“Honey!” I called.
“Yes…” Mitchell came rushing in. “are you okay?”
“I’m not feeling so great,” I said, “I’m nauseous, a lot more than yesterday. I’m calling in sick.”
“I hope you feel better, dear. I bet it’s the flu that’s going around.”
“Yeah, six people in my floor alone were out sick.”
A week later I was still nauseous and tired. When I wasn’t laying in bed, trying not to throw up, I was either actually throwing up, or managing to get some food in my body. When Mitchell went to work I worked up the energy to drive down to the pharmacy. I just needed to see if my hunch was correct. It probably wasn’t, and that was probably for the best. I went home and spent at least an hour staring at the little stick that would decide my fate. I finally peed on it and read the box-again.
“Wait five minutes.” I read aloud. These would be the longest five minutes of my life.
I tilted my head down so I could see the result, with my eyes still squeezed shut. I opened them and stared at the two tiny pink lines that meant positive.
“No. No NO No Noooo.” I cried. I did want kids, just not yet… we could hardly support ourselves, never mind a baby. What were we going to do? I sat down and threw my hands up. At least I’m not sick…
I was debating how to tell him all afternoon.
“So, I’m pregnant… no that sounds way too much ‘to the point’ like!”
“Hey, honey…. We’re going to be parents…noooo.” I sighed. I was kinda, sorta, already looking pregnant. How could I not have noticed my belly getting bigger these past weeks?
“Screw it,” I said, when I heard the door open, “I’m telling him.”
“So…” I said, walking in. “I’m not sick!”
“Nadia! That’s great!” Mitch said, hugging me. “Maybe we can go out tonight.”
“I’m not sick… I’m pregnant…” I finally said.
“Yeah…uh…there’s a positive pregnancy test in the bathroom.”
“Nadia, I believe you.” He smiled at me. “We’re going to be parents, baby! Just think about that for a second and not anything else.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and thought about it… I mean really thought about it. Kids. They were going to be part of my life, but later…way later. I was up for a big promotion and was working quickly towards the next programming level. Having children was not in the picture, not even in the next year… next 2 years….but here we were.
I did want to be a mom, it was just happening earlier than I thought it would…
Maybe we could do this. I hope we can… for the sake of the baby.
“Better?” Mitch asked.
“Yeah. But how will we support him or her?”
“We will. It’s gonna be okay.”
Ya know, for a not sick sim, I still feel sick, I thought to myself. Guess this is how it’s gonna be.
I was already quite large for just being in my first trimester. I changed out my jeans for way more comfy sweatpants.
“I’m so big already, honey.” I said.
“Maybe you’re having twins.” He joked, grinning.
“I am NOT having twins! Don’t even joke about it!”
I knew he’d make a great father. He was very caring, and always wanted to do things for me. Like everything. As if I couldn’t get my own damn cereal. It was nice in a way, I’m not gonna lie. The next nine months wouldn’t easy, but I could do this. I could. I would. I was going to raise my son or daughter the best I could. I was already showing, even at just 9 weeks pregnant. How had I missed all the signs? The nausea, the exhaustion. I guess I had better things to worry about… until I missed my period a few days ago… I’d go on with my life, until about the 8th month. Then I’d take maternity leave, my company offered paid maternity leave, one of the only companies around here that did, I figured that I’d need it someday.
We really were elated to be parents. I knew nothing worked out perfectly. So what if I was pregnant? I could still do my job and get that promotion. I was going to be a mom!