2 days later, I took 2 pregnancy tests that came out positive. Faint, but positive.
I wanted to keep it from everyone, but my sister found out and then I told my husband. I thought "at last, this one was going to be the one" I thanked God for giving me another chance. I prayed that He would let me be the mother to this child.
The next morning, I took another one. The line grew more faint.
Today, I woke up to the feeling of something trickling down. I grabbed another test and ran to the restroom.
My period came. The test read negative. No faint line.
I guess this is what they call a "chemical" pregnancy. A very early miscarriage - when a sperm has fertilized an egg, but later on, the egg fails to survive.
But we'll never know what really happened.
Why do I feel so alone in this journey?
My heart is broken into pieces and life is just suppose to go on.
