object. Even though I'm sure it would be positive, I'm still not prepared to know that I'm going to be a mother. No, I'm not a mother. Because there's a heart beating inside me. With shaking hands I take the exam and check it once again. ─ Pregnant, Ali. You're pregnant – Márcia says, and even though she tries to sound calm, I can hear the desperation in her voice. She didn't need to say that information out loud, because I was seeing that result with my own eyes. With shaking hands I bring it to my eyes and burst into tears.