My husband and I tried for 8 months, which I know by comparison is not all that long, to get pregnant before he died of cancer. For a while I grieved not only him but the future we had planned. In time I would ask what did I do to deserve to lose my favorite person, the love of my life. Later, I asked if it was maybe a small blessing that he didn’t receive his diagnosis or pass while we were expecting or while we had an infant. In time I have found a new partner, we’re not married but we’re deeply in love and together decided to let life play out. I had my IUD removed and we said if it happens it happens. We have always wanted to be parents and we are very much at the same place in life and on the same page, and would be over the moon if I became pregnant. At 5am I woke up and something said, take the test. I hadn’t told a single person yet. I went to CVS and got a fancy expensive pregnancy test, one that wasn’t part of the ovulation kit I had and took another. It felt like no time had passed before the screen showed the word “pregnant” confirming what I saw on the mornings test. I have a friend who is a photographer who is going to take some pictures for me tomorrow and I plan on telling my partner in a few days. I know he’ll be overjoyed, terrified but overjoyed.