Book club came along. I spent the night chatting and polishing off an entire bottle of wine on my own. The next morning I woke and it occurred to me that while I hadn’t been tracking my cycle, I certainly should have gotten my period by now. But really, we’d been trying to long, it wasn’t as if there was any chance it was anything other than a screwy cycle.
But the test proved me wrong.
In spite of the reliability of a positive pregnancy test, I was rather disbelieving. I mentioned it to Scott, and we both went on with our day.
We set up a series of blood tests, my HCG levels rose beautifully through each, and we allowed ourselves to have a bit of hope.
