"Sierra, I think I feel sick," I complain to my best friend.

Sierra is living the life I never wanted to live, but she's so down to earth that I just can't help but love her. She's been my best friend for as long as I can remember, and un-like a lot of people, she supported Alex and I through out High School and helped me through every little problem.

"Oh my God! Will you just relax? I mean seriously, I just got a facial and your making me frown, stop it!" She nearly yells at me, gingerly touching her face with one hand while keeping the other on the steering wheel.

I've made a few discoveries in my life, but none of them compare to how scary and exciting the one I made this morning is.

I've been puking in the mornings for the past week. I've been rather un-evenly emotional. And, oh my God, I've been soooo hungry. If I go two hours without a pie or a brownie in my belly, I start whining and crying.

So this morning, while I was lazily lying in bed after puking my guts out, I added all these things up. Once I got the answer, I shot up out of my bed, called Sierra and had her bring me a few pregnancy tests, just so I could be sure. Right now, we're heading back to my place after we stopped at McDonalds. She had their fish fillet burger with no fries, just salad while I had a quarter pounder Big Mac with extra large fries, two vanilla ice cream cones and another burger just to keep me happy for the evening.

"No, I mean really, I feel sick." I whine, slouching back in my seat.

Sierra takes drops her hand from her face while stopping at a red light.

"Well if you hadn't eaten like a homeless person you might not feel so bad!" She accuses.

She's right, but not completely.

"No, not the meal, I feel fine in that department. It's just the fact that I might be . . . you know . . ." I hesitate.

I don't know what I'm so afraid of. I mean, I am after all a grown woman with a nice house, nice job, nice husband . . . I mean, kids would just make this circle of life even more complete, am I right? Plus I have two extra guest rooms that just feel so hallow. I mean, it's nice having guests over and all to stay in them, but I'd really love to just paint the rooms a nice pink or blue and set up a cute little crib that I'll use every night to put a tiny little baby in . . . and yet I'm scared, too.

"Pregnant?" She finishes my sentence, making my Big Mac do flip flops in my stomach. "Well, one thing's for sure, if your not pregnant with Alex's baby you sure are with a food baby." She comments, eyeing my stomach like it's about to bulge out like a balloon any second.

I gently place my hands on my belly and wonder what's going on down there. Other than digesting my oh-so-big meal, is there a fetes just bobbing around in my belly like a penny in water? I mean, is there life in me?

Sierra pulls into my driveway. I notice Alex isn't home, which is for the first time, a relief. I don't think I can stand him right now, at least not while I'm in this wary mood.

"It's been about forty-seven minutes. Brittany, my sister, my life-long best friend, I believe it's time." Sierra oh-so-dramatically states, placing an encouraging hand on my shoulder.

It's time . . .

My throat swells up and my hands constrict around each other. Sierra leads me into my house, unlocking the door for me along the way. She gently settles me on the living room couch, which was specifically designed for the walls. I never told Alex that because I was afraid he would think it was too old-school-rich-girl for him.

"You ready?" Sierra calls from the bathroom.

I took five pregnancy tests. It's either a yes, or a no. There's no way around it. So am I ready?

No.

"Yes," I rasp.

Sierra walks in from the bathroom with her eyes fixed on the five tests in her hands. The tension builds like a brick wall the longer she looks. My forehead gets all drippy from sweat while my breath comes out in shallow gasps. This is it. This is the answer to the equation I've been asking myself all day.

Sierra holds up one pregnancy test.

"One undecided." She announces. She tosses it aside, her big, dark blue eyes fixed on me the entire time.

She holds up the four other tests. My blood races like Seabiscuit. The room gets too quiet and Sierra's gaze bored into my eyes like molten lava. I hold my breath while she opens her mouth and announces.

"Four positives."

I don't know if I scream or gasp. I can't quite tell. Maybe it's a mixture of both. Either way, a breathy, loud noise escapes my lips while my knees crumble and I drop to the ground.

There's life in me. I'm carrying a human being inside me. I'm adding one more person to this earth.

Oh my God!

"Shh, Brittany, it's ok. This is a good thing! You and Alex finally get to have a little baby!" Sierra chants over and over again.

She's right. Alex and I finally get to share our love, share our house with another little person. We finally get to tuck in a baby at night. We finally get to feed it a little bottle, change it's little diapers, buy it's little pyjamas . . . who was I kidding? I want this baby. I have for a long time. Maybe I was only wary because I was most afraid the results would be negative . . .

"I know Sierra . . . I really do, I'm just . . . happy. Oh, God I'm so happy!" I manage to say in between sobs.

I clutch my hand to my stomach. A wave of relief washes over me now that I know what's going on. I know I'm having a baby. I'm having a baby.

We sit there for a while, on the carpeted floor with Sierra's arms wrapped around my torso while I cry tears of joy. It really is a blissful moment, but I can't help but think of how much more special it would be if it were Alex with his arm around me.

"What are you going to tell him?" She asks after a few minutes.

Good question. What am I going to tell him?

One thing's for sure - I want it to be special. I want him to be completely oblivious while I'm devilishly aware. I want to see the look on his face when I surprise him with the news. I want him to be happy. I want him to know that this is what I always, as much of a secret as I may have kept it, wanted. Oh, please let him understand, please let him be happy!

"The truth, for one," I say, trying not to give her too much detail.

I think she gets the hint by the way she releases me. I smile up at her while she stands, thankful to have such a supportive friend in my life. It's hard to find to find people like Sierra. People who love and support you for who you are. She's the first person I've ever trusted with my secrets, and I'll always value her for that.

"Thank you, Sierra." I say in a weak voice.

She smiles down at me.

"No problem, Brit. You know I'm always going to be here for you." She replies in a voice equally as weak.

She holds a hand for support. I grab onto it and use it to pull myself up, nearly knocking Sierra along with me.

"Holy crap! Brit, when's the last time your weighed yourself?" She asks.

I swallow while my heart beats into over time. I look myself up and down, not noticing any new fat or unwanted curves. I know I'm going to get fat, but does it have to start now?

I run into the bathroom and stand on the scale. Sierra slowly walks behind me, snickering in a foolish way.

Once the scale stops, my eyes nearly fall out of my head. I can't be that heavy! I don't feel that heavy!

"Aw, it's ok Brittany. You know you're still gorgeous. And besides, if anything, you're getting those voluptuous curves that men seem to find attractive," She jokes, leaning on the door way. I actually consider what she says and turn to look at myself in the mirror to my left.

She's right. I am getting curvy. And how did I not notice my sudden bootylicious butt?

"And before you know it your boobs are going to pop out like a jack in the box." She finishes, laughing while walking off to watch my 42 inch T.V.

I laugh while walking out of the bathroom, hoping that she's right.

Here we go . . .