More than I expected
There is something there. Something to lose. Something more than last time.
In the months since my last miscarriage, I consciously tamped down that part of me that kept hoping, contained and compressed it until I almost could not feel it anymore. Yesterday, seeing two dark lines, that pressurized grain of hope exploded through me like a bomb.
I feel intensely vulnerable, intensely scared, but also intensely hopeful.
I know that the odds are not on my side. I accept that. But there is a chance, and that is so much more than I expected.