Jo spent the whole week in denial, trying to ignore it and silently praying for her period to show up. Her hopes slowly fading every time she puked her guts out and slowly ran out of excuses to blame it on.
By Friday, the now familiar nauseating feeling woke her up and, after spending a long time crouched by the toilet, she decided she needed to face this at last. She was almost a full month late now, so there was no other way around it.
It took her most of the day to gather her courage, but by the afternoon she´d finally gone to a drugstore where she picked the most accurate test, then drove back home, clutching the small bag that held her very own future in her slimy hand.
When an hour later she was still sitting on the toilet, holding the positive result in front of her astonished fa
