See two pink lines.

To tell my husband.

To tell my parents they will be grandparents for the first time.

To tell my sisters they will be aunts.

To tell my grandparents that they are officially great as we’ve always known them to be.

To feel a kick.

To love my belly for once.

To take millions of photos.

To share an announcement.

To breastfeed.

To see my husband become a daddy.

Each and every month of negatives I feel like I’m losing myself. My confidence. My hope.

I’m praying for our day to come soon.