The doctor smiled.
“So far, everything looks good.”
But that was only the beginning.
For months, doctors monitored me carefully.
Then came IVF.
My first embryo transfer failed.
I remember sitting on the bathroom floor after receiving the result, crying harder than I had cried in years.
I thought the universe was reminding me that some dreams simply weren’t meant for me.
But the doctors encouraged me to try again.
Weeks later, a second embryo was transferred.
Then came the longest wait of my life.
When the hospital called with the test results, I almost couldn’t answer.
The nurse paused.
Then she said:
“You’re pregnant.”
I covered my mouth and started sobbing.
I had heard those words in movies.
From friends.
From relatives.
But I had never imagined they would be said to me.
At the first ultrasound, I watched a tiny flicker on the screen.
A heartbeat.