I was so anxious to test this morning that I couldn't sleep last night. I kept waking up and tossed and turned. When our daughter came in when dawn had just broken, I took my temperature as I always do. It was up from yesterday, so I was very hopeful about testing.
I did the test and then didn't allow myself to look at it for a minute (the time it takes to have a result). Aaaannnnd....it was negative. Humph. I swear, all the waiting and anticipating for nothing. Stupid body. Stupid Clomid for making me feel pregnant when I'm not. Stupid timing.
It isn't completely over yet, but I know there isn't a whole lot of hope to cling to at this point, either. Ack!
C'est la vie.
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My journey through infertility, miscarriage, and adoption
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