Then one Tuesday morning, I woke with a low ache in my stomach that felt oddly familiar.
The second line appeared so fast it felt insulting.
On the drive to work, a thought crossed my mind that I had not let myself think in years.
What if?
I almost laughed at myself. I was old enough to know better. I had trained myself not to read meaning into every symptom. Still, after work, I stopped at a pharmacy and bought a pregnancy test, mostly to prove to myself that nothing had changed.
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