“A baby?” I gaped at the nurse in blue scrubs and slid into the chair, almost missing the edge of the seat. My stomach flip-flopped into my throat. I swallowed hard, fighting against the physical push to vomit.  The last week of bowing over the ceramic toilet seat hadn’t been the flu after all.   Pregnant? Pregnant? Pregnant? The word spun on repeat, distorting the more times I said it in my head. I stared at the sign on the wall imploring me to Choose Life. Of course I would choose life—and relinquish mine in the process. Not a choice I would have made had someone asked. A baby confused…