I had been feeling queasy for a week or so, but it was too soon to go have yet another pregnancy test. I’d already taken MANY of those over the past few months, disappointment growing with each one.
But this time I felt… different. Or maybe it was just the flu.
I tried to keep to my normal activities, and tried to keep food down. I was tired all the time, and felt especially bad in the mornings.
I MUST finally be pregnant!
I began to imagine this little girl or boy… Bridget? Andrew? My child. His child.