I slipped my cell phone into my back pocket and headed down to the cramped washroom in the basement for a little privacy. With shaking hands, I called into my voicemail and listened to the now familiar voice of the nurse: “Your pregnancy test came back negative.
I am so sorry. Dr. Weiler would like you to come back on day two of your cycle.” Damn it! All the pent-up energy I had been holding in my body, my tense arms, my tightened chest, immediately released.
I felt a tingling sensation in my deflated torso. My eyes welled up, about to brim over. I needed to sit down. It would have been nice if my husband and I were together to hear the news, but it never worked out that way.Read more on themighty.com