*Pre-warning this is a TMI post.
Then the day arrives when you are able to test. So you do. Your heart races, emotions speed through your body one after the other as you wait those torturous 3 minutes. You slowly walk back to the bathroom because there ain’t no way you could stay and watch, only to find, nothing. Your heart sinks and you desperately try and look at it from every possible angle. Down, up, side to side, into the light, squinting. Then you toss it into the trash can like the other 3 you took, oh did I forget to mention that this would be the fourth test you’ve taken in the past few days? A few hours later you go back and retrieve it, doing the same thing over again. Down, up, side to side, into the light, squinting. This may happen a few more times in the next few days.
The next step, you grieve. Yes, you grieve over that stupid blank stick because it is all that you can do to process, then you promise yourself you won’t purchase another damn test for at least another week. It never happens. It’s all consuming when all you want is your BFP.