Game Over

I took a pregnancy test again, just because I'm crazy and like to see that reassuring line getting darker. Besides, I have a million of the things, and I wouldn't need them anymore... right?

So I peed on a stick one more time and waited to see the magic-line...

But there was no line.

Not even the faint line I'd seen a few days before. No line at all.

Stark. White. Nothing.

I told myself it was a faulty test. I would take another one tomorrow and it would be fine, nice and dark, and all the crazy-talk in my head about losing this baby would go away.

But now I'm bleeding.

And there is no more baby.

M. is installing a new stove today. Well, a new-to-us stove, bought from Craig's List after a power surge last week fried the control board in ours. Unfortunately, it doesn't work. He came into the bathroom, all frustrated and sad, where I was staring at that snow-white test, and said to me, "I think I just lost us $175."

I looked at him and said, "I just lost us a baby. I win."

And we all lose.

Game over.