I don’t know what’s worse—the moment the pregnancy test confirms what you already suspected, or the days that follow, stuck in limbo, waiting for your period to finally show up and put an end to the cycle. That empty white space on the test? I’ve stared at it more times than I can count, willing a second line to appear. Maybe if I tilt it under the light? Maybe if I wait a few more minutes? But no. It’s negative. Again. And now I just want my period to start so I can move on.