A year ago today, on January 1st, 2014, I woke up knowing I needed to take a pregnancy test. This is one of the worst parts of infertility, the taking of the pregnancy tests. There are few things that make me shake in fear like this task, waiting on a little strip of chemically-coated cardboard to once again crush all my hopes and dreams. This little strip looked negative, as they always did. And then, all of a sudden, it didn't. I spent the next hour staring at the test strip in a windowsill, letting the sunlight accentuate the second line and taking pictures of it on my Iphone to better evaluate it's legitimacy. [caption id="attachment_1837" align="aligncenter" width="200"] A fuzzy remnant from last year's photo session in the windowsill.[/caption] I can't say this was a happy day, because we didn't know how to process a positive test, after a full 6.5 years of negatives. It was a holiday, which meant that I couldn't go in for ...