I was pregnant? But how? Harry and I had been super careful. Why did I have to be pregnant? Harry had just dumped me because he wanted to focus on his career. A baby would not make it any easier for him. But I knew in my heart that I was keeping the baby. I also knew that I had to tell Harry, but not right then. I couldn't.
The doctor referred me to someone else at the hospital and I set up my next appointment.
Madison was waiting for me in the lobby.
"Sara, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost," Madison remarked.
"I'll tell you in the car," was all I could muster. I was in total shock. How was I going to tell Harry?
"So, what's up?" Madison asked once we were in her car.
"I'm pregnant," I said.
"You're what?" she exclaimed.
"I'm pregnant," I repeated.
"Oh, my god, Sara, congratulations!"
Madison was beaming. I should've been happy. I mean, I was happy. But I was also shocked and scared and anxious. The only thing I could think of was Harry.
"How am I going to tell Harry?" I wondered aloud, "I mean, I know I have to. How am I going to do it, Madison? He said he wants to focus on his career."
"Well, you're right, you do have to tell him. But maybe wait a few months? Just until you know everything is going smoothly with the baby," Madison replied.
I nodded. I had so many people to tell, including my insanely religious and old fashioned parents. They didn't even know that Harry and I had broken up. I couldn't imagine how they'd react when I told them that I was pregnant, and dumped by the baby's father.
"Mads," I stammered, "What am I going to do? I'm only 22. I can't do this on my own. I don't even think Harry will want any part of the baby's life."
"Now you know that's not true, Sara. Harry loves kids, and he still cares about you, whether he wants to admit it or not. I don't know why he broke up with you, but you won't be raising this baby on your own."
I nodded and sighed. Did Harry care about me? He'd always said he did, but that was before he broke up with me. I couldn't believe that this was happening to me. Dumped and pregnant.
After Madison dropped me off at my apartment, I sat on my bed and held my head in my hands, trying to process all of this. This morning I was a normal 21 year old with the best boyfriend in the world. Now? Not so much.
This gnawing feeling in my stomach kept telling me to call Harry, but I ignored it. Instead, I called my parents.
"Hello?" my mom answered.
"Hey, Mom, it's me," I said weakly.
"Sara, hi, how are you?"
"Um, I actually need to talk to you and Dad about something. Is he home, or should I call back later?" I asked, shaking with nerves.
"He's here, let me go find him," my mom said, "Is everything okay, sweetheart?"
I nodded, but then realized she couldn't see me nod over the phone, so I replied, "Yeah, everything is fine."
Everything was not fine, though. I was shaking and felt like I was going to get sick.
"Alright, Sara, you're on speaker. What did you want to tell us?" my mom asked.
I took a deep breath before saying, "Well, first of all, Harry and I are no longer together. He came by this morning and broke things off."
"Oh, no, I'm so sorry!" my mom cried.
"There's more," I said, "I also found out today that I'm pregnant."
The other end of the phone was silent. I knew they weren't happy with this.
"Is that why Harry and you broke up?" my dad asked, clearly irritated.
"No, absolutely not, Harry has no idea yet. I haven't found the right time or way to tell him."
I heard my mom sigh before saying, "I hope you tell him because you can't raise this baby without him. We will call you later, Sara."
With that, she hung up.