The Test

I sat in the exam room, finding it extremely difficult to be patient while waiting for the test results. I looked around the room, desperately trying to find anything that would help distract me for a few more minutes. How long does a test take? My husband, seated in the chair next to me, looked very calm. How could he be so calm? The results of this test would change our lives and he was acting as if it didn't matter. But I already knew the results of the test.
In fact, I've know for about a week now. The symptoms were all there, easily recognizable. If I had only had one or two I wouldn't have bother with any of the tests, but most of them were there so I needed to know. So, I took a test at home. It says to wait three minutes before looking at the results. I never knew three minutes could take so long. Finally, I looked. It was there, though very faint, barely visible against the white background. "I think it's positive," I told my husband, who again seemed completely indifferent to the whole process. He came in and looked at it. "It looks like it," he told me and smiled, "but I think you should take one tomorrow morning, just to be sure."
As he drove me to class all I could think about was the result of the test. I don't want to wait until tomorrow to find out for sure; I need to know now! I somehow convinced him to talk to the doctor about moving up my appointment from Tuesday to today. I couldn't wait the entire weekend to know. I wanted an official test so I could be one-hundred percent sure of the result.
As I sat in class that day I had a hard time concentrating. I kept thinking about that result. If it was positive why was it so light? Are my husband and I really ready for this step? My husband sent me a text message saying they would squeeze me in today right after my class. One o'clock couldn't come fast enough. It was one of those days where time actually seemed to stand still, almost to move backwards. Finally the class was over. I grabbed my stuff and rushed out the door on my way to the doctors.
Waiting alone in the waiting room was almost unbearable. I kept looking at the clock, waiting for them to call my name. The assistant walked out front. "Megan" he called. Finally, it was my turn. He took me back and performed the usual routine--weight, blood pressure, temperature, the questions (are you taking any medications?, are you allergic to anything?). Then they had me take another test. As I left to go take it my husband showed up, which was a relief because I couldn't have faced it alone. there was to much weighing on the results of this test.
The door creaked when it opened, causing me to jump. The short, plump doctor with graying hair came into the room and quickly closed the door behind her. "Congratulations!" she said. A wave of excitement came over me, quickly followed by fear. I smiled at her and then at my husband, knowing that from this point on our lives would never be the same.