During my first year of college, I made an extraordinary friend named Kate. One of the smartest people I’d ever met, I knew she would go on to do some pretty amazing things in her chosen field of genetics.
After our time at school ended we drifted apart, but a few years later she got in touch. She informed me that I had tested positive on a pregnancy test. This was news to me, especially since I remembered nothing of it!
Come to find out, Kate worked in a place that did pregnancy tests. That was pretty handy for her, but she didn’t want her co-workers to know that she might be expecting. She used my name and info on the test to find out that she was, in fact, about to be a parent!
Somewhere, in the bowels of a genetics lab in California, there are records of my pregnancy that never was.