Just now on my way home from work I was praying. I got a faint positive hpt the other day. I’m testing again tomorrow morning to see if it got darker. I miscarried last summer and was talking to God about my fear of that happening again. I was going on and on about how much I already love this possible little life. I begged that this baby not be taken away as well. I was halfway through, getting close to crying, when this caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. It started growing and I had to grab a few pictures... I’m hoping it’s an answer to my prayers; that my tiny baby will stick and be healthy.