Seventeen days past ovulation, seven AM on a bleary Sunday morning, and Constance still hadn’t gotten her period. We had one pregnancy test on-hand and decided that instead of boxing it up, tucking it between a pile of scarves and a Cuisinart, we’d give it a shot.
And, had Constance’s period not arrived in full force moments after releasing her first morning pee to the devilish stick, we would have been quite pleased with the partial second line that appeared on the test.
“What the hell does that mean?” Constance asked. “I’ve heard that any second line is treated like a positive result, but I know this is my period.”
And it was her period, and as of current there’s still no explaining that whiff of a second line.
“It’s the closest we’ve gotten yet!” I said, peeling it back out of the trash and placing it on top of the television. “We’re keeping this one.”
Now, holding court on top of the DVD case of Arrested Development Season 3, is our first pregnancy test with an 1/8″ second line, and while Constance’s period rages on I’m taking solace in the knowledge that the elusive second line is more than a grim, Grimm fairy tale .
Even if I now believe it to be a filthy stinking liar.