“You must allow a great amount of deliberation for this decision. It is not to be taken lightly.” “You think the gravity of my situation has been lost to me?” a voice threw at her; exasperated, but also shaken. It was coming out of my mouth, but it wasn’t mine. The turmoil inside me was threatening to rip me apart, piece by broken piece. The pressure it caused on my heart was unbearable. Beneath that flood of turmoil, flowed a hazy river of confusion that struggled to understand what was happening. Who was this woman beside me? My body felt different; heavier. As I glanced down at my hands, I realized why. I was…pregnant? How did that happen? I mean, I knew how that happened, but I also knew I had not yet partaken in the all important, well, prerequisites to pregnancy. Theoretically that left only a couple of other options. Either I was dreaming, I was experiencing someone else’s memories, or I had woken up in some alternate universe. All of which were entirely possible. I was banking on it being the second however. Not in control of my motions or words, I knew I was only watching what was happening. I had no involvement whatsoever. I was a spectator. She covered my shaking hand with hers and sighed.
