This morning I decided to pee on a stick.
I was so certain I was pregnant again. I had all the symptoms of the first pregnancy: constant nausea, never-ending fatigue, irritability, and sore, swollen boobs.
Nevermind the late period.
Or the fact that J and I had been having consistent unprotected sex for the past two months.
So I peed on a stick. And I waited. And waited some more.
I gave it some extra time, just to make sure that the test would be ready.
I took the test in my hand and looked down, fully expecting to see two lines.
There was only one.
One single pink line, mocking me.
I broke down in tears.
I remember reading that women are extra-fertile in the few months just following a miscarriage.
I guess this is not true in my case. Rather, I want a baby so badly that my body seems to be producing phantom pregnancy symptoms.