Not that K. was unhappy with herself or her pregnancy or not a beautiful pregnant woman or not living up to my expectations of how she’d be as a beautiful pregnant woman, but at some point in the last month a line was crossed whereby the baby came into herself as a person and so too K. came into herself as a pregnant woman.
And for the first time in this pregnancy I felt the slight twinge of jealousy.
Kelly came in early one morning as I was lying in bed, looking out at the rain.
“So, just wanted to let you know, because it might explain why I’ve been acting so freaky, but I might be pregnant.”
She handed me a plastic-thermometer looking device.
“See?” pointing to a faint, ghost-like line parallel to a bold pink line. “Two lines indicate pregnancy.”
“That one? It’s not really much of a line.”
We sat there for a minute in silence.
“It’s really barely a line.”
“Can you take another one? You know, try again?”
“I only have one more. I’ll do it again tomorrow. I just peed.”
“Yeah, you pee on it. It measures a hormone in your piss that you only release if you’re preggers.”
“Oh. Really? Weird.”
I looked at the device again, then handed it back to her.
“Well, crazy. What’s for breakfast?”