“You used a micro-pill to prevent contraception?” She now wants to know.
"Yes, and I've never forgotten even one." Tears well up in me.
"Take it easy, Miss Porter, I'll first see if the test is right and then we'll see." She nods encouragingly, switches on the device to my right, spreads a cold gel on my stomach and concentrates on the Monitor in front of her.
"Congratulations Miss Porter." She beams at me and individual tears run down my face. "According to my calculations, you are in the 9th week."
I sob softly and she looks at me sympathetically. "Miss Porter, you also have the option not to carry the child to term," she says hesitantly. "I can make an appointment for you at a very good advice center."