“What happened to not pressuring me?” I snapped. “I’m sorry. I’m just…excited.” I hadn’t taken one yet. I had a feeling it finally happened, but that was just a hunch. I really had no idea what was going on inside my body. “I’ll take one later.” “Or you could take one now…” I glared at him. “Talk about pressure.” He sighed. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “I don’t start my period for a while, so these tests aren’t useful. If it says negative, that doesn’t mean anything. And even if it says positive, that doesn’t mean anything either.” “But you said you think we did it.” “Am I a psychic?” I snapped. “Am I a doctor?” “No, but you know your body better than any of those things. Sometimes you just know. Do you feel differently?”
