The line is darker today. Sid could see it without squinting.
I want so much to believe that this is it, and it will all work out, and nine months from now, we'll have our baby. But I know that it doesn't always work like that. God, do I know it.
I probably won't really believe this until I get a positive on a digital test, until Miss P goes missing, until I get the blood test from my doctor.
But for now, this is the best I could have hoped for. I am not taking it for granted.