This part is better told from her side.
I remember that day… I didn’t tell anyone I was going to test.
It was still a few days before the actual blood test.
But somehow, I just wanted to know.
So I tried at home first.
I didn’t make it into a big moment.
Just… quietly doing it on my own.
When I looked at it,
I saw two lines.
I paused for a while.
Didn’t react immediately.
Didn’t say anything.
I just kept looking at it,
making sure I wasn’t seeing it wrong.
It felt very quiet in that moment.
Not loud happiness.
Not shock.
Just… something settled inside me.
Like I already knew,
but still waiting for confirmation.
I didn’t rush to tell anyone.
I just kept it with me first.
Then a few days later,
we went back for the test.
But that moment at home—
that was the first time I saw it.