Then, on a rainy Thursday in late March, my period didn’t come.
I told myself not to get excited. I had been late before. Stress. Hormones. A body that had grown used to mocking me.
Still, I bought a test on my way home from work. Then two more from a different store because I didn’t trust one brand. Then another box the next morning because I didn’t trust myself.
By noon I had taken five.
All positive.