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...