I woke up last Saturday morning having had a dream about my hot doctor. You’re thinking, “Ooo, sexy!” but really, it wasn’t. He’s never been in my dreams before, despite his adorableness, but this time he was, and I remembered it very vividly. Oneiric hot doctor told me that I was pregnant.
I was only 8 days past ovulation though, and I had no pregnancy tests in the house for use with first morning urine. I bought one at the store that morning and determined to use it the next morning, at 9 dpo. It was a stark negative. Not even the tiniest inkling of a line.
I waited until Wednesday, when I was 12 dpo. Woke up at 4:30 AM needing to pee, so decided to do it then. Upon coming back into the bathroom to look at the test three minutes later, I sighed, initially thinking it was a negative. Then I picked it up and looked at it more carefully.
There was a line. Barely visible, but there.