I'd had a feeling for about a week really. Since we'd been trying I'd been having feelings of course. Most of that was me trying to will the inter-uterus planets to align and give me a baby, dammit.
So I used the last of the tests on Valentine's Day. What could be more romantic than finding out you're about to have a little blend of you running around the house, right?
Negative. Damn. That was not very romantic.
