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was. The symptoms all fit and the tests were supposed to be infallible.
Unable to concentrate on anything for more than a few moments at a time,
Sue gave up trying to work out how it had happened. She didn't really think it
was an immaculate conception but there didn't seem to be a better explanation
for her state.
Back at her apartment Sue unconsciously pulled a can from the sixpack
she'd bought and took a long swallow. The trip home had been harrowing, not
least because she continually believed that she was driving on the wrong side
of the road. Though it was clear from the traffic flow that she wasn't.
Sue had suddenly found that driving wasn't the instinctive process that
usually was, she had to concentrate on what she was doing!
Sue had put the irrational idea of driving on the wrong side of the road
down to stress and shock. She wasn't sure about that, driving on the left-hand
side seemed so natural somehow. Too many run of the mill everyday things felt
weird and out of place to her. Pregnancy was just another example. Even the
very familiar, her parents, her house, her work, felt strange and out of
place. It was as if she had just returned from a long trip only to find that
the only thing that had changed while she had been away was herself.
"Gees Wayne, this tastes like weasel's piss!" Sue regarded the can
frankly, then dropped it fearing she was going crazy.
The voice had been loud and clear as if someone had spoken beside her.
Unnoticed the beer frothed out over the floor. Sue looked around to make sure
she was alone and screamed.
Nothing happened, the voice was gone but she tensed at the sound of
footsteps hurrying along the path outside. A head popped up in the window.
"Are you all right dear?" Sue relaxed a little. It was only old Mrs Pratt
from next door."I heard a scream."
Sue nodded dumbly through the window.
"Are you sure?"
Sue nodded again, wishing then old busy body would go away and leave her
to her misery.
"I thought I saw a mouse," she said weakly, sounding unconvincing even to
herself.
Mrs Pratt stared at Sue with and expression of utter disbelief and
unhappily lowered her pistol. She'd been prepared for anything and was quite
disappointed that Sue wasn't in some kind of trouble.
Mouse indeed! Grunted the crusader against evil doers and all men, as
she strode purposefully back to her own apartment.
Sue reached for a cloth and wiped up the mess at her feet, then drained
what was left of the beer before tossing it carelessly at the waste bin.
The usually fastidious Sue ignored the can that had missed it's target
and rolled across the floor. Instead she grabbed another full one and sprawled
in an easy chair.
A bell rang somewhere and Sue was just about to get up and answer the
door when she realised it was the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello dear," her mother answered on the other end of the line.
Just what I needed Sue thought, grimacing.
"How are you dear?"
"Oh pretty well," Sue lied wondering when her pregnancy would begin to