No one at my job knew I was pregnant. No one at my job knew when I wasn’t anymore.
To be fair, very few people in my life knew I was pregnant because I very much did not want to be. The situation was incredibly complicated. How does someone pop up pregnant at 40 after barely being able to get pregnant in their 30s when they desperately wanted to have a baby?
I was never one for tracking my cycle, but when I woke up one morning with sore breasts. I did some light math and realized I definitely should have had my period already.
“There is no way. No fucking way,” I muttered to myself.
One pregnancy test later and I guess there was a way. I spent a week hoping to see blood when I woke up every morning. Hoping that this was all a bad dream. That never happened. It was all very real.
