Planned Parenthood.

It's a week after my BFP. Leo and I finally make our way to Planned Parenthood.

I step inside, and it's cold. The women behind the counter are old. I walk to the counter, and say "I need a pregnancy test." The woman replies "Are you a teenager?"
"Yes, I'm only 15."
"Okay, I need you to fill out this paperwork."

I filled it all out, and she calls me to the counter.

"Katrina-
Please take this cup, into that restroom (points to door) and pee in it. The place in on that (points again) counter."

I go to the restroom. It was gross. The toilet seat was stained.
I didn't even sit down. I squatted over the seat. I barely fill the cup. Silly me peed before we left home. I sit the cup on the counter, and go to sit by Leo.

The minutes tick by. I'm getting nervous. I've got butterflies in my tummy.

The old woman calls me into the small room. When Leo stands up to come with me, she says "No, only her." That really upset us both.
I go into the room. It's small, 4x4 feet. It's got two small chairs, and one small desk.

"Well, the test is positive."