Covid test anxiety has upped the pandemic misery, and resurfaced my infertility trauma

I kept staring at the single pink line on the test and squinting. Did I see another line?

Please, let there be another line!

I’d been waiting for a second line forever, for the indication that I finally had a positive test.

Oh, no, wait. Hold on a minute, I had to remind myself. Although the test looked exactly the same with its blue and pink lines — one for negative and two for positive — and I was still waiting with apprehension for a...