it’s 6:30 am. i’ve thought and thought and thought about whether or not i’d pee on a stick. finally i said “fuck it”: either i’d get a positive result or id blame the negative on testing too early.
so i temped this morning. and then i got up and peed. in a cup. dipped. counted to five. stared at my toes.
30 seconds later, i got a positive.
and there you have it.
no more words. just a body humming with excitement and nervousness and excitement.
time to go wake up the coach.