Thursday, April 21, 2011


Ann was my only hope in this matter. I wanted to hear what she would say regarding the events that had happened. Since I came out of the hospital, I haven’t told her of the results I got so it was going to be a long talk.

Looking at the clock hang on the wall, it was about fifteen minutes to the time Ann arrived. She usually arrives at around six o’clock on most days and I figured she would make it on time today. My meeting with Frank didn’t go as I expected because after he proposed the abortion option, we argued then he stormed out. I didn’t get it; first, he accuses me of not taking precaution when we should be both blamed for this. Second, he suggests I go do an abortion as he is not ready for ‘it’. He didn’t wait to hear my opinion so he thinks I wanted this. What is wrong with him?

Ann comes through the door with a box on her hand and I quickly figure it out that is cake. I wonder what the occasion is.

“Hey, what’s cooking?” She asks as the strides into the kitchen.

“I haven’t figured it out yet.”

“Anyway, I got cake. We can use it as dinner?” She says with a smirk on her face.

“So what’s the cake for? Any occasion?” I ask.

"You dont remember?"

"Remember what?" 

“What? You mean you forgot?”

“What?”I ask.

“Today is my birthday! How can you forget?”

Oh dear…I forgot her birthday! I’m in shit!!

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Only Three Weeks Along

I heard footsteps outside my door, and then the lock opened. I had already guessed who that would be. I knew Mike had told Frank that I was at home and he wanted to check up on me.

I saw a head peeping at the door. He had a weary smile. I really wished to see a true smile on his face, the one that touches his eyes. He was still adorned in his formal wear. He came in, hugged me and sat down directly opposite me.

“Are you okay?” Frank asked placing my hands on his thighs.

“Yes, I’m feeling a little better. Thank you.” I replied.

“That’s good. Uh…how did the test go?”

“Not what I expected.” I replied trying to look away.

“So what did the doctors find out?” Frank asked. I had a feeling he already knew the answer.

“I’m so sorry Frank.”

“Sorry for what?”

“I’m pregnant.” I answered and looked up at him.

“Are you serious?”

I didn’t answer. Tears were already forming up.

“How did this happen?” He asked. “We only did it a few times.”

Suddenly I felt like I could hit him across the face with the remote that I was holding. Was this a joke to him? How could he ask such a stupid question?  Did he know the risk involved in sexual relationships?

“So how many months?”

“I’m only three weeks along.”

“So what are you planning to do?”

“What am planning to do? Don’t you think you should be asking what are we planning to do?” I replied.

“I’m sorry. Its just all crazy. We have only been dating for two months and I wasn’t prepared for this.”

“Me too. I didn’t plan any of this.” I tried defending myself.

I’m sorry but I don’t think we should keep this baby or whatever it is.” He finally said after a minute of silence.

“Like in abortion?”


I didn’t know what to reply.

Friday, April 8, 2011

Circus in my head

After about an hour, I was called in. Mike helped me inside to one of the doctors’ offices that I was directed to. Dr. Stevens was a well built, light skinned and spectacled doctor who really looked young. I think I second guessed him. His office had white walls, a dark brown office table with accompanying chairs. I saw a bed at the side of the room partially hidden by the crisp white curtains dividing the office into two. The air smelled like antiseptic. I wanted to puke.

He asked the questions, I answered.

He sent me to the lab to undergo some test to determine what I had. This involved needles and a sample of urine. I didn’t understand the urine part but I went along with it. Despite it being hard to balance peeing in the small bottle that I was given, I pitied the patients who were asked for a stool sample. Ha!  

The results were to be out by an hour. Inside, the doctor was waiting for me with the report. He started.

“I just got back your test. I think you will be happy to know that you are three weeks along.” He said smiling.

“Three weeks along for what?” I asked. My heart stopped.

“Sorry. I meant to say you are three weeks pregnant.”


“Yes, you are positive. That was what was causing the nausea.”

I didn’t know what to say. I looked up to Mike and he too seemed dazzled to what he was hearing. I can’t be pregnant. I have been with Frank for a short while and I hadn’t planned for this.

“Kate, are you okay?” Dr. Stevens asked.

“No. This is all confusing.”

“I think you should talk to your husband here and try to talk about it.” He said pointing to Mike.

“No, I’m not married and he is not my boyfriend.” I replied quickly trying to avoid the matter.

“Oh sorry about that.”

I left the hospital more sick than I came. Maybe the doctor confused my test with another patient? And what if it is true that I’m pregnant? What would Frank say?

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Forth on the line

I spent the night at Frank’s place but today I woke up with a headache. I don’t think I have ever been in so much pain before. I couldn’t move so I asked Frank to assist me get up as he was preparing to go to work. He assisted me to the bathroom to take a shower but before I removed my t-shirt, I felt like throwing up. Don’t ask how I got to the toilet but in a second, I was kneeling over it and puking my stomach out.

“Are you okay in there?” Frank shouted after I dashed into the bathroom.

I didn’t answer.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“No.” I responded tried to help myself up.

“What is wrong?”

“I think I need to see a doctor.”

I came out of the bathroom and explained to him how I was feeling. The nausea and the headache were messing me up. Since he had to go to work, he called Mike to take me to the hospital which was a few blocks away. Mike was too happy to assist which made me think he was trying to apologize again. I couldnt refuse the help.

Mike took me to Frank’s room where he gave me a few minutes to dress up and took a cab to the hospital.

Despite it being seven in the morning, there was a sizeable crowd of sick people around. Mike went over the reception while I looked for a sit as the nausea was kicking in again. After a few minutes, he came and joined me.

“The nurse says it will only be a few minutes.” Mike said trying to calm me. “We are the forth on the line.”

I didn’t care about the number. I'm scared.