But I’m not..

 “Errr, what does the result say Doctor?” She asks.

“Congratulations Chioma, you’re about to be a mother. It shows you’re three weeks pregnant.” The doctor replies firmly.

“Pregnant? For what? For who? How?” Her eyes go wide “I’m not pregnant.” She says in antsy.

“The result shows you are, you can take a look.” She says and passes over the result sheet to Chioma who has fear plastered all over her face.

“But it’s not possible. Atleast I should know if I’m pregnant. This cannot be my result.” She says sounding languid.

 

“You’re the only one who has taken a pregnancy test this morning. It’s definitely yours.”

“Can you stop saying I am already because I can’t be, it’s not possible.” She says absolutely confused and stands to leave the doctor’s office. 

But we haven’t had sex in almost a month, I can’t possibly be pregnant. She says to herself as she walks through the hallway. 

As she approaches her car, she begins to reminisce the past weeks; the foreplays and make out sessions she had with Fola her fiancé. She searches for her phone and calls Ifeoma, her best friend. 

“Hello Ify, I just left the hospital now. You won’t believe the result I got.” She exhales loudly. 

“What result? Are you sick? Is it Cancer? Am I about to lose you? Please tell me already!” Ifeoma asks impatiently. 

“It’s you that would get a cancer result.” Ifeoma mildly chuckles over the phone. “The result shows I’m pregnant ify, that I’m three-weeks gone.” 

“Pregnant? I thought you guys were waiting for the 

wedding night. What happened? The Coconut has finally broken!” Ify says in a guffaw. 

“It’s not funny! And I’m not pregnant. We haven’t had sex in weeks.” Chioma says rolling her eyes. 

“Then how come you’re pregnant? Did you in any way play away match? Chi chi baby! The most modest of us all.” She says trying to hold a laugh. 

What are you talking about Ify? I’m serious. Would I have sex with someone else knowing I plan to tie the knot in a week? I’m so confused and surprised. I mean, what would I tell Fola? I’m heading over to another hospital now just to be absolutely sure.”

“Alright dear. But I can’t sha wait to be a God-parent. I want a baby girl oh!” Ify replies excited. 

“God parent in your dreams. I’m not having a baby just yet.” Chioma says as she puts on her ignition. 

After going to two other hospitals and getting the same result, Chioma is engrossed with confusion as fresh tears begin to drop from her eyes.

“What would I tell Fola? That I’m the second Mary brought into the world? And my wedding is in a week..

Just as she’s lamenting in the driveway of the third hospital, she receives a phone call from Fola. She’s too anxious to speak and doesn’t pick up the call. She heads over to the boutique for her wedding dress fitting. 

Getting to the boutique, it appears that all her bridesmaids are around and all excited to also fit in their dresses. Ifeoma calls her to a corner to ask further questions.

“So how did it go? Was it a fake result?” She asks with concern etched on her face.

“No it wasn’t. Every hospital said the same thing.” She replies holding back the urge to vomit. 

“But do you show all the symptoms of pregnancy? Because you’ve been tired lately but I guessed it’s from all the wedding preparations.” Ifeoma says. 

Ify, I’m nauseous every minute, I’m tired, my breasts are getting bigger. I don’t even know what’s going on. I went from the happiest bride to Mary the mother of Jesus. I’ve never been so perplexed in my entire life.”

“Are you sure you didn’t have sex though? You might have used pills thinking it might not come along.. because this situation is one in a billion cases. She says as she takes a gulp from her chilled Fanta, then continues.. “Either ways, I’m happy for you though. Someone is about to be an aunt.” Ifeoma says as a smile stretches her lips. 

“But I’m not pregnant, and you’re not about to be any aunt. This is a really serious situation Ify, help me out here. What would I say when I start showing?” Chioma replies worried.  

“Showing? I thought you said you’re not pregnant. Babe, you’re not even sure. Where’s the test result? Let me cross check.” Ify says. 

“It’s somewhere in the car, I should even dispose it before Fola gets a hold of it. I haven’t picked his call all day. I don’t know what to say to him. “Hey Fola darling, I’m pregnant for the Holy Spirit? 

Ify bursts into laughter attracting the attention of the other girls in the room. 

Just as Chioma keeps chatting with Ifeoma, a text from Fola beeps her phone. It says “Chioma, we need to talk. It’s important.” 

To be continued..