I sat on the toilet, peed on the stick, and set it on the counter. My brain was barely functioning, but the rapid thumping of my heart was visible beneath my skin. I washed my hands, sat on the toilet seat, and set the timer on my phone. Just a few months before, I would have hoped for a plus sign. Now I was hoping—no, I was fervently praying—that a minus sign would magically appear. But if it was a plus sign, well, I would deal with it. Along with everything else.
