I was so excited this time. But something just didn’t feel right. I was oddly cautious about being excited. It didn’t feel the same like when I was pregnant with my son. Probably because the line was so faint and didn’t get darker. I just knew deep inside it wasn’t going to stick. Probably one of the only times I’ll ever hate being right. I’ve known people who have known tremendous loss. It feels weird to be sad about something that barely was anything. I’m trying to stay positive and look at the silver linings, like it wasn’t meant to be. God is waiting to give us the perfect baby to fit our family. Or it could have been much worse. I’m also plagued with thoughts of every twinge being an ectopic pregnancy and dreading the thought of having to be delayed from getting a baby even longer. All the thoughts swirling around my head that no one else could possibly understand. Just needed a place to put them all down.