So the two weeks was finally here. The wait seemed like the longest wait of my life. It was a day early but my mom and sister wanted to take a test with me. I kept going back and forth on this in my head. A part of me wanted to be alone because I was having so many feelings in finding out if it were positive or negative. But maybe in the end it was a good thing they were there. I peed in a cup and my stomach was in knots. I was having these feelings of not wanting to take the test because I didn't want to know the results after waiting so long. The timer on the test was going and as it neared the end Emily and I stood there and watched and the screen finally flashed "not pregnant." My heart sank and I felt like someone had just punched me in the stomach. I tried not to lose it in front of them but I was so disappointed. I knew maybe this was a possibility and everyone told me not to get too excited but I was having feelings of being pregnant and you wait so long to find out for it to say not pregnant. So now I start the process back at square one which seems like misery but I'm hoping when the time is right it will read "pregnant."