Jessica Peyton Roberts '08 | February 11, 2015
I do this thing where I talk to my baby girl even though she’s too young to talk back. Plus, she’s not real.
I mean, she’s real to me, but I can’t seem to convince my body the same. So I wait for her, month after month.
Daughter, I tell her, you are so, so wanted. Sometimes I am sure – absolutely sure – that this is it, I have you with me – but then it turns out to be nothing. I spend $14.99 to pee on a stick that tells me nausea was just nausea. A headache was just a headache. A constellation of symptoms that add up to more waiting as my body struggles to remember how to even have a cycle.