I took a test today.

We haven't tried in months. We gave up. I wasn't expecting a second line. I wasn't expecting anything. I have been having fun for the first time in months.

We needed a break from the stress of trying. We needed a break from the loss and the hurt. A break from the feeling we had at the hospital after losing what we were praying would have been our first child. A break from the past two years of crying.

But I was late. So, I took a test today.

I took a test today.

Another negative test.