Murphy, you're a jerkface.

I'm not quite sure why I still do it to myself, but there I was this morning, in my bathroom, and I reached for that stick.

You know the one. It calls your name during each two-week wait. It's elusive second pink line you long for each and every month.

We have a diagnosis. We have infertility. I know the odds of seeing a positive on that stupid pregnancy test is pretty much nil. So why oh why do I waste my money?

But more importantly: why do I put myself through that emotional each time I choose to pee on that golden stick? Why wouldn't I just wait to see if my period arrives?

And, that cruel man Murphy was knocking at that bathroom door this morning (AGAIN! The guy won't leave me alone...) as soon as I peed, I wiped - and there it was. Blood. Hello Aunt Flow. I've missed you this past month. (insert sarcasm here).

And so, we wait.