When that second line appeared, my heart stopped. It was hard to breathe and my mind sped through different scenarios. Maybe the test was faulty? Or something else is wrong with me making it positive? I've heard of both things happening. I walked back to my room where my boyfriend was waiting. He was excited and teased me for not believing the test. For my own sake, I went and took another one. Same results. This was really happening. Again in the room with the father of my supposed child, I texted my best friend and she helped me make an appointment at a care center. Sadly, that day my boyfriend had to work so it was just best friend and I at the appointment. They had me take another test and it came back positive. Within thirty minutes I was on a table doing an ultasound and sure enough, there was the tiny invader. Just a little dot at the time so it didn't make it seem real. I tried to just focus on what I needed to do, work and moving into our own place. There was a voice in the back of my mind, overthinking the tiny human in me. Is this something I want at this time? Will this child grow up safely if I have it? What is the right thing to do? I was overwhelmed but didn't want people to know. I acted happy and upbeat while I spiraled in my own mind. I didn't have the best family life growing up and I didn't want that for my child. I was a mess. My boyfriend and I posted the ultrasound pictures to announce the pregnancy. Sure enough, family I haven't talked to in years start popping up. The one that really pissed me off was my bio dads. He never checked in on me or called during my childhood. He never truly cared but here he was texting me to give him updates about my child. So I wasn't good enough but my child will be. I didn't answer, I was beyond words. I had this thing inside me and people wanted to know all about it. Nobody actually bothered to ask me how I truly felt. It's lonesome. I didn't feel comfortable voicing my concerns because everybody says its such a joyous time. I didn't feel that way. My body is being taken over. Its not my own body anymore. I have to be careful about what I'm putting inside me and what I'm doing. It's not wrong to have doubts, is it?