Trying
Trying to conceive is a flurry of romance, impatience, hope, and doubt.
It is filled with unknowns.
My skin chilled through my nightgown,
as I sat on the edge of the porcelain tub.
The test stewed
for exactly three minutes.
I fumbled for my glasses.
I thought I had misread it.
I was beaming.
It had only been a month,
but I had waited for this for so long.