Quickly, quietly to the upstairs bath
I retreat to prepare
Open the shiny package
In there lies my future, my hope
Will I be, will you be?
The sample is produced
Now it is time to wait
Minutes seem like hours
I listen to my breath
Not daring to consider what might be
So much power in that little plastic stick
After an eternity, steal a furtive glance
Dare to check the future
What might be
Sigh.
Nothing.
Swallow hard, manage a smile
Soon it will happen
My belly will fill with baby
Happiness will fill our home
Blink back tears
Wait!
Like magic, a thin line appears.
Wipe the tears, blink twice
A new life has begun
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