I struggled with getting pregnant for 10 months (it would've been longer had I met my husband a few months after my last relationship) and every month I stared down at a negative pregnancy test in tears, and I checked glow daily and googled every possible reason for a false negative. I would have blood work done because of late periods and part of me would tell myself "no way, their test is wrong I may be pregnant" but I never was. I was in denial and I didn't Know how to handle my sadness because I was hopeful that the following month was my month. It became so heart breaking that I turned to God for help. I went to an OB for amnorrhea (lack of periods for months) only to find out I wasn't ovulating because of my lack of periods, and I was put on progestrone. Long story short, my period returned the following month and I prayed daily for a sign. January 3rd I recieved my first positive opk test and at 10 days past ovulation I recieved my faint line (it was positive!) And my prayers had been answered. I am 8 weeks pregnant now and I still check in on the TTC group and shed some light when I can, and I see a ton of posts about sadness over a negative test. My heart goes out to those women, but at the same time I can't help but think "thank you god that it isn't me." Does it make me a terrible person for being relieved that after all the tears and sadness I got my bfp? Does it make me a terrible person for thanking God that I'm no longer in their shoes? I prayed for this baby, and all my prayers were heard, and all the tears I shed were seen and all the heartache was finally taken away. But am I a terrible person?