After my sister's wedding, Grace accompanied me to buy a pregnancy test. She and I went home. I went into the bathroom, closed the door, and sat on the toilet. I was scared of the result, so I stayed there for a moment with the test box in my hands. I thought about how much my life would change if it turned out to be positive, which was very likely, but imagining it was one thing, and being certain was entirely different. My thoughts were a whirlwind of fear, uncertainty, and a small flicker of hope. Would I be a good mother? Could I handle this? I felt the weight...