Two pink lines
September 30th. That day will forever be embedded in memory. The day I saw those two little pink lines again. It had been over a year since I last saw those two little pink lines. A wave of rejoicing quickly followed by fear washed over me. I had seen those lines four times now, the first three ending in tears. We had no idea if these two little lines would end the same. 40 weeks of hope and fear. 40 weeks of frantic calls to our doctor and endless progesterone shots. 40 weeks of whispered prayers and countless dreams. 40 weeks and then she was here. She is our answered prayer, our greatest hope and our dream come true.
