I was still recovering from a long, exhausting delivery when my husband finally walked into the hospital room and leaned over our newborn daughter.

I took another test without telling Daniel.

Two lines appeared.

I stared at them until my vision blurred with tears.

Daniel found me sitting on the bathroom floor.

For one frightening second, he thought something terrible had happened.

Then I silently held up the test.

His eyes widened.

“No.”

I laughed through my tears.

“Yes.”