I felt sick but kept watching. Then, I saw that she was also at the same hospital on the day I had my IVF treatment. She held up her test results, looking shy yet proud.
"Someone hasn’t had their period for a month and a half."
"Guess, friends! Am I just having irregular periods or …"
She laughed again.
"Am I going to be a mommy?"
"What a fucking bitch!"
My best friend hit the steering wheel in fury. But by then, I didn’t feel the same pain or anger I had before. I calmly told her, "Andrew has a low count of sperm."
Both Andrew and I had been married for many years. Having a baby had always been a serious issue for us. We saw many doctors, but they all told us the same thing. Andrew’s sperm count was too low. Thus, becoming parents was going to be very hard.
For the last few years, I had been doing IVF treatments just to help Andrew have the child he wanted so badly.
Now, I was looking at Bianca’s latest post.
[Since my hubby told me that he’ll give me a mansion if I get pregnant. Friends, what do you think? Should I get a cash or a mansion?]