The Test

This morning, I awoke to the immediate pressure of taking the pregnancy test. I couldn't bear to look at the results, so after the three minutes, J walked into the bathroom alone. The look on his face when he returned told me everything I needed to know.

"I love you" was all he could say.

And I cried.

We really thought this month was the one we had been waiting almost 7 years for. But yet again, we were disappointed.

I wish I could report to you that I'm optimistic for next month, or at least some little nugget of hope to bring out the warm fuzzies. But I can't. My reserve is completely empty.

1 comment:

jen said...

i'm sorry. that super sucks.
i wish i could say something more helpful.
but, would it really matter coming from someone you don't even know?

by the way...happy birthday!
30s not so bad. hey, the 30s might just be the time of your life if - no, when - all goes well...