At the doctor's

The next morning when I woke up, still groggy from sleep, I took my phone and saw that I had received three messages and, oh my goodness, they were all from Dave. With hope blooming in my heart, I opened the first one.

'Hey, hope it's not too severe. Take care.'

Not bad, he was concerned. This could mean that he cared enough about me.

This time, with fingers shaking, I opened the second message.

'Forgot to tell you, have my driving test tomorrow. Wish me luck.'

He was sharing personal information, even better. These two messages had been sent late at night after I went to sleep, while the third one was fresh from this morning.Okay, now I had to open the third one. Both previous messages had already given me so much happiness, so I had a lot of expectations for the third one.

'Just wanted to wish you good morning. Let me know how it goes at the doc's.'

I jumped from my med in my nightgown and taking my pillow in my arms, I started waltzing around my bedroom, humming with delight. Who would have thought that getting sick could be so nice?

As soon as this thought passed through my head, I started feeling queasy with all this turning around and jumping on an empty stomach.

I managed to eat 2 dry crackers before we left to go for the appointment. As I sat in the waiting room with mum, I scrolled through my message log and I saw that I hadn't replied to Dave yet. I peeked at mum but she was busy reading a magazine. I pondered deeply about what I could tell him.

'Good morn. I'm at the doc. Good luck for your test.'

Suddenly an impulse took over me, or was it the lack of food, and I wrote,

'I'll give you a hug if you pass.' And before I could think it properly over I had clicked 'send'.

Oh my god, what did I just do? How would he respond? Was I too bold?

My phone screen simply looked at me blankly until a new message was received. It only read 'Ok'.

Just okay?

The nurse called us inside at that time and I was saved from the hassle of thinking what 'ok' meant.

After examining me thouroughly, the doctor sat down in his chair. I felt a bit awkward from all the prodding and pinching and I straightened my askew clothes.

Pausing dramatically, the doctor looked at both of us.

'You're pregnant!'