
As I drove home from work, I thought about it hungrily. Were my boobs usually this sore on Day 26? Surely they weren’t last month. I would have remembered. I could do a test. I had two in the drawer next to my bed. Even though I said I wouldn’t do a test until a missed period, even though my husband wasn’t home and we always did them together…
But. I just had this unshakable feeling that that I wouldn’t be let down this time. My boobs were prickly sore. It wasn’t just normal pre-period tenderness. I gently squeezed them just behind the nipple and winced with the pain.
I opened the door, kissed my daughter on her forehead and went straight to the draw and ripped open the pink plastic packaging. It was better off knowing either way. I pee-ed messily all over the stick, put the cap on and wiped it clean. The moisture sucked its way up to the window. A faint smudge of pink was already appearing where the second line would be. Was it? Yes. Yes! The control line became dark pink, and there was definitely a second line emerging. Pregnant. You can’t be a little bit pregnant. You either are or you aren’t.
