I have a confession to make. Every time I miss my monthly period, even if it’s just for a day, I already secretly hope that I’m pregnant (even if it’s not scientifically possible), and yes I even actually take a pregnancy test and start praying about it. But most of the time (like today), the minute I do, I start spotting, and it feels like God’s being too kind to me and just gives me a flat NO, before I get my hopes up any further.