Exactly 2 years ago today, I peed on a stick. I walked out of the bathroom thinking it was just silly of me to even think I was pg. Walked back into the bathroom and saw 2 lines. Crying followed immediately. Not exactly tears of joy at that moment.
I still have the test under my bathroom sink in a basket full of miscellaneous beauty products.
Don't judge me.
Just wanted to share.
My love, all my love,
Cass
1 comment:
It's amazing how the feeling behind the tears can be so entirely different a year or two later. Just a year ago I was crying those same "uh-oh" tears and now I can't imagine life wthout him. As for keeping the pee stick, what's that all about do you think? Were you hiding it for a while?
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