So I finally decided to take a test. I was with my sisters and I didn’t want to take it for obvious reasons. What if I got a BFN. I took it and the line showed up clear as day. I squealed a little with joy and looked up at my sisters and I couldn’t wait to go home to tell my fiancé. We left the bathroom to go eat supper and my dad walked in the kitchen to eat too. I couldn’t tell him yet because my fiancé didn’t know but I was so excited. We’ve been TTC for almost a year. I finally had my BFP... and then I woke up. I was so glad my fiancé was downstairs making breakfast because I let myself cry a little. I let myself be sad over it, which I never do. Usually I just shrug it off and say “eh, maybe next time” and shut out my feelings. He does the same to prevent being sad. I let myself be sad finally. It hurt to be so excited and then to get it taken away. I’m starting the TWW right now and after this dream... it’s gonna be a long one. And that dream is probably not gonna come true. I’ll probably waste money on tests and then be mad about it when they come out negative. But it’s fine. I’ll be fine. I just hope and pray to God that this is my month. I hope that my dream comes true this month and that my fiancé and I get our baby.