The doctor came and went. He drew blood, took a urine sample and made me take another test.

It was still positive.

He asked me questions I couldn't answer. I don't know the last time I had my period. I wasn't sure when I last ovulated. My head felt like it was going to explode. I should know those things, keep better track of them.

But I had been focused on other things. Focused on other people. Worrying about their life when I should be worrying about my own.

"Babe?".

"Hm?". I turned to ...