As the liquid raced across the test strip, the dye bled red, slowly painting its palette with my answer. I stood staring at the blank window, remembering the dozens of other times I'd stared at other pregnancy tests, willing that second line to appear with just the strength of my gaze.
I had also tried reverse psychology on the test kits, giving them the cold shoulder and leaving them alone in a darkened room before casually strolling by them five or ten minutes later to see the result. I'd held the tests up to different types of light: sunlight, halogen and even fluorescent, hoping to spot the hint of a line. Each time, regardless of my technique, I had been praying with all of my might for that magical line to appear. But not today. Today I was holding my breath, terrified that a definitive red line would form a plus sign, indicating that our family would become plus one more.
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2 comments:
So are you pregnant? Oh don't keep us in the dark.
Great post.....I hate the feelings that come with taking that test. I love how you described it all so well. Oh so many times I took one with that negative ending....
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