It's Positive?!

I'm sitting in the waiting room of the hospital, my right leg bouncing up and down from nerves. My father is sitting next to looking like he is going to be sick. I don't feel any different from how I usually feel, except that my anger has gotten the better of me the past few days.

The lights of the hospital are giving me a headache, so I put my head into my hands, trying my best not to cry. I am eight days late for my period, but it is not unusual to be late since my eating and sleeping had not been the best because of work. A nurse calls my name, and I hesitate to get up for a split second. Shakily, I make my way through the door the nurse is holding, and I grab onto my dads' hands for support.

I sit in a hard plastic chair and feel like sitting on the floor immediately. It is so uncomfortable that I fidget while my dad stands in the corner of the room. The nurse begins taking out a machine that measures blood pressure and proceeds to congratulate me on a positive pregnancy test. I start shaking my head, and my eyes rushed over to my dad, where he started to tear up.

I'm Dia, twenty-five years old, in the process of owning my own book store, very close to my dad, and I just found out I am pregnant.