I thought that maybe I was the exception
Despite how small of a chance it was
Perhaps that lonely little blue line was a lie
Another lie
And another, lying each day I try
Perhaps my body was one of the few where that test couldn’t detect the little life growing inside
Because I’m late. It must be. I’m never late
Hope
One week late, 4 negative tests later, a doctor appointment made, and my late arrival decides to show up
Hope lost.
















