Two lines… finally…

You might have noticed I didn’t post yesterday. There was a reason. A big fat reason. Three days ago I stopped spotting. After four days of light spotting, there was nothing, nada, zip. That has never happened to me before. I spent the day wondering and trying not to get my hopes up.

So this morning, I reluctantly peed in a cup. I was shaking. Mr. M came upstairs where I was sitting in my office, the offending piece of plastic waiting for me on the counter in the bathroom.

I didn’t want to test because I couldn’t bear to see that snowy white space again. But, it was different, something was different. He asked if I had done it and I said yes, “but I can’t go look.”

So he manned up and did it for me.

He went in the bathroom and didn’t say anything for a few seconds and my heart began to fall. He would say something if there was a line I thought.

Then he came back into the office, hands behind his back with that look he gets when he’s trying to hide something. That sort of half smile.

“Does it have to be a dark line?” he asked. I shook my head. Any line will do.

I jumped up and ran to the bathroom.

And there it was.

A second, very light, pink line.

It’s faint, but it is there. A line is a line is a line.

I burst into tears and as I write this, I am shaking. I am in cautious disbelief.