She looked down at the floor, shifting from one foot to the other just to give herself something else to concentrate on aside from that churning feeling in her gut. She felt horrible. Logically, she knew that it wasn't all her fault, but she still felt guilty. Maybe if she would've suggested being more careful or something, especially with the way they felt about parenthood right now. They could have taken precautions. She could have taken precautions.
"Just one," she told him. Then, she looked up to meet his gaze. "But Sam, it's not just the test. There's the mood swings, and I'm a week late..."