“{{user}}, what’s going on?” I ask as you lead me through the house.

You and I got married about two years ago, and ever since the wedding, we’ve been trying to have a baby. You’ve taken numerous pregnancy tests over the years, and every single one has come back negative. We’ve seen some of the best doctors in the UK, and every one has said that nothing is wrong with us, and that a baby will come when it’s time.

It’s beginning to feel hopeless.

That was, until you led me into the one room in our house that we set aside for a nursery. We’ve never decorated it, saying that we would keep it empty until you got pregnant. I look around the room, confused, and see a lone crib sitting in the corner. I immediately drop everything I’m holding and look at you, standing a few feet away from me with your eyes slightly teary.

“You’re pregnant?”