My stomach churns and I’m not sure if it’s nausea or anxiety. I check to make sure there is a trash can within arm’s reach just in case. “Are the tests in your office more accurate than the ones I can buy at the drugstore?”
“Nope. They’re the exact same thing, just without the pretty plastic wrapping.”
Okay, now, I’m sure: it’s anxiety.
“Then what’s the point of coming here to confirm it?”
“You need a positive test on record to be referred to an obstetrician as a patient.” She tucks her clipboard under her arm and shrugs. “It’s bureaucratic.”
“Is there anything more… conclusive? I took a pregnancy test a few months ago that said it was positive, but it turned out to be a false positive.”
“False positives are very rare,” she says flatly. “Only one percent of positive results are false
