False positive

I recently had a pregnancy scare— took two tests and both came out positive. At first I was scared and went into full panic attack mode but as the night went by and the next day went by, I slowly began to become accepting of the idea. The “father” and I aren’t on best terms but regardless, I started picturing my life as a single mom and I started getting my hopes up. A part of me was excited, I was going to finally have my own little mini me. Even if the timing was not perfect, my baby was gonna motivate me and bring me happiness. The father wasn’t even in my mind, although I did tell him and he was being supportive, the plans I was making were just about my baby and I.

I went to a clinic to get solid proof that I was pregnant and turns out I’m not. They were false positives. Like I said, this was the best outcomes for everybody because of the circumstances— but a part of me wanted a baby. I want a baby. I feel like I was taunted and all that happiness I began to feel and excitement was ripped away from me.

I came home and took three more tests, they were negative. My friend and I are still confused because we both saw the firsts tests and they clearly show positive.

This week has just been a rollercoaster of emotions and I truthfully feel robbed of a beautiful period of my life.