It’s almost been 9 months since I lost my baby at 7 weeks. Today I took a test, very doubtful as I’ve been feeling achy for weeks. Little changes in my body but nothing drastic to say that I am. My hands shaking as I put my phone over the pregnancy test window so I didn’t look early, to reveal it was actually positive. So many negative tests. So much loss. I thought to myself after the miscarriage that it took away my ability to be happy again if I saw a positive, and today I cried tears of joy. It’s my turn again. Please stick little bee. Please stay with me. I pray for everyone trying to see that positive and for those that lost as well. It will be your time. It will come. Don’t lose faith. ❤️❤️