We watched with baited breath as the little white pregnancy stick lay on the counter. She was holding crossing her arms and pacing, trying not to think about it. I could help being more obvious, as I sat in the bathroom and stared at it, waiting.
When a faint blue line started to come across the little windows on the stick, I didn't know what to do. I was just stuck there, staring at it, trying to decipher its meaning. My fiance came running over to look at it again, and from the gasp she made, I knew what the blue lines meant.