4 Years, 9 Months, 4 Weeks, 2 Days

Yesterday evening, there came a time when my entire being was focussed (nay concentrated) on some uterine core that was leading to the vayjayjay….so much so, that I was checking at whenever-possible intervals if there was bleeding already or not?

I was flipped over the prospect of Sunday morning POAS.

That brief while of obsession was overtaken by a bigger scare at hand – a viva on Monday, and since I had been unable to arrange a meeting with my research guide on Thursday and Friday, it had become uber-urgent to meet him on Saturday…so his pursuit made me stop thinking of the impending POAS.

Somewhere within that time, I was thinking of what-if it did come out positive, what would happen after that...and how would I break the news. Also, I had already thought about whether I would run a common disclaimer about all posts on pregnancy or would individually add the note to all my posts.

I was wondering how much I would love Geometry if I got to see two parallel lines, given the fact that I never did profess so much passion for it when I had to bear it through school.

All that thought did not go waste!

I now know what I would do if it was to happen…even if, it is of no use right now. You see, today morning, I peed and kept my eyes peeled putting every drop into the ‘well’, and eventually all I found was a single, chirpy red line brightly colour up.

That was the end. That was it. That was the final truth.

I am not depressed. I am not even emotionally torn. I did not mount the yo-yo this time… Somewhere I was very prepared to deal with it.

I don’t have Jaundice and I am not pregnant. Yay!


^WiseGuy^