““Is that one positive as well?” “Yes, now just hand me another one,” I snap, impatiently. “Alright, alright,” Jenn hands me another test to pee on. I set it on the window ledge next to the others and stare, unseeing, at the four positive tests. “Jenn, look at the instructions. There’s got to be something in there about a false positive or something, right?” “Umm, just let me check, HcG, morning, negative, false positive,” she mumbles as she scans the page. “Yes! There’s a false... positive, just let me read it.” My knee jigs nervously while she reads. “Okay, it says there’s a possibility of a false positive and then there’s a bunch of reasons listing why it may happen. It says the best thing to do is make an appointment with your doctor.” “Okay, I need to do that, like now.” I reach over and grab my phone, dialing the number while still sitting on the toilet. I’m so panicked, I can’t think straight, or rationally. I’m scared and I’m nervous. The tests have to be wrong. They have to be. There’s no way I could be pregnant.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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