The waiting room
was cold that day
and the couch, hard.
My roommate dragged
me there.
I was called back
and someone checked
my vitals before
asking for confirmation.
My palms were sweaty.
The nurse practitioner
asked me a bunch
of questions.
My stomach
burbled a threat.
I was given
a cup for a sample.
Washing my hands
in the cold water,
my face was green.
If you’re pregnant
would that be a problem?
she asked. Shaking
my head, I took a deep
breath. She heaved a sigh.
Smiling, she told
me the news.
Yay!
