Just 11 days.
This was the first cycle that I’ve ovulated in months.
I tried to stay calm, but I had a really good feeling.
I let my enthusiasm get the best of me and I convinced my husband that we should take a pregnancy test.
I chose a test that says it can detect pregnancy 6 days before a missed period.
I’m due for my period on Friday, so I have only 3 days left to wait.
I asked my husband what he thought and he was still reluctantly nodding “yes” as I was running for the bathroom before he could change his mind. (We always read our results together.)
I must like to torture myself.
Because now, it’s nearly 10pm and my heart is hurting.
And I can’t undo taking the test.
If I hadn’t tested, I’d still have hope.
False hope, but hope nonetheless.
This shouldn’t be this difficult.