You write this in your car

Heart pounding like brass drums

Stomach churning and vomit rising up your throat

Three unopened pregnancy tests on the passenger seat

You'd like to think you're just overreacting

The numbers should be on your side after all

Why did you have to search what certain things mean?

It could be a many things

What are the odds that it's exactly the one you don't want?

You think about yourself

How this will change your world, at a time when you want stability

You think about him

How you have no doubts about him, but you are not sure about you two

You think about your mother, your friends

What all of them are going to say

You think about all those strangers who wrote about getting knocked up when they don't want to be

And you almost want to laugh bitterly because God

You almost told them off, only to find yourself here now

You wish with everything you have that you're just overreacting

That things will stay the way they are

The only thing to do now is

Find out