Chapter Ten
BELLA
The Next Morning
Great! I’ve missed my math test and I’m never going to make it in time for my English Lit. class, either. I got home and started googling pregnancy.
When do women ovulate? Ten days after the first day of her period based on a twenty-eight-day cycle.
I pulled out my calendar and tried to figure out my cycle. After an hour, I gave up.
How many days a month can a woman get pregnant? The average woman ovulates for forty-eight hours a month.
Okay… so, does that mean the other twenty-six days a woman can’t get pregnant?
So, then I Googled the morning after pill…
and I almost had a heart attack. Sure, most people said it works if taken within twenty-four hours.
It has an eighty-nine percent effective rate.
But then when I typed in side effects, I started to see words like nausea, vomiting, dizziness, fatigue, headache, bleeding, lower abdominal pain, and I started working myself up.
Then I came across an article where a girl died!
DIED! Now, it can’t be proven if it was the pill that killed her, but do I really want to take that chance?
My mom always tells me not to Google shit.
I do this all the time. Tristan has even forbidden me from using Google because he’s so sick of hearing me tell him the stuff I’ve read on there. But I digress…
Now, look, I’m not judging anyone who chooses to take this pill. To each their own. But if I can only get pregnant two, maybe three, days a month then I’m thinking I might just be better off praying Marco’s dumb ass shot his semen in me during one of the other twenty-six days.
I hate pills as it is. I never even take Tylenol because it makes me gag. I still buy the liquid shit when I have a cold.
So, I close my laptop, with it in my head that there’s only a ten percent chance that I’m ovulating right now. I would say the odds are in my favor.