ChrisannaTwo times done. Both times it was negative, which clearly means I'm not pregnant. But I still did the third test.Holding the last pregnancy test in my trembling hand, I fixate my eyes on it, watching the lines slowly appear. My heart pounds with both anticipation and a tinge of anxiety. This wasn't planned. I didn't want this, but a part of me quietly hoped it was positive. The lines move further, showing me another negative result. Disappointment washes over me. There's a relief too. It's a strange feeling how anxious I was, fearing it would be positive, yet got disappointed when it was negative. It's not the right time and it's fine. I let out a sigh, staring at the mirror of the washroom and take my phone to text Mama."Sigh! It's negative""You okay, Chrissie?" her response comes."Yeah. I didn't want that either", I type."Still, I know you were hoping it would be positive", she knows me so well."It's fine, mama. God has his plans""Auburn, you ready?" Samuel calls
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