Touching my belly gently, my eyes welled up with tears; if not for the doctor nearby, I would have cried right then and there.
"Mom, I'm pregnant! You're going to be a grandma!"
My mom was the first to hear the good news. Over the phone, her voice was full of joy, urging me to take it easy, as she and Dad were on their way to pick me up.
I wanted to share the joy with my in-laws too, not out of affection, but to prove my body was capable.
However, after previous fights over the pregnancy, they had blocked all contact with me.
Oh well, revenge can wait. If they don't come to apologize, they won't meet their grandchild.
Talking to my in-laws was out of the question, but I could still share the news with my husband.
I called him again, giddy with excitement, anticipating his joy.
"What, you're pregnant?"
Lost in my own happiness, I missed his peculiar tone and continued to gloat.
"Of course! Didn't I send you the test results? There's no mistake. Or did you give up hope? Guess I surprised you with how capable your wife is."
"Yeah, what a shocker."
His laughter was cold, his voice detached as he told me to rush home, claiming he'd be right there.