My monthly visitor hadn't arrived. In a marriage, that's considered as a possibility of something remarkable about to happen. Eager to confirm it, I ran to the drug store and bought the test. I waited, waited, and waited, with bated breath. One line. Maybe it needs more time, I thought. Ten minutes later, one line still. Nothing. Once again.
A few days after, the monthly visitor welcomed itself where it wasn't welcome at all.
I asked myself, What did we do wrong? Did we miss a day? Was I mistaken in plotting? Didn't we pray enough? A barrage of questions. I told myself, This calendar method doesn't even work. The ovulation calculator lied to me. Being irregular is frustrating, an inconvenience. This is downright unfair. A swirl of thoughts...Read More