This picture pretty much describes my week.
Negative. Nothing. No October baby.
I won’t get to dress our sweet baby in a tiny Halloween costume.
I took this test Monday, after getting what I’m pretty sure was a false positive Sunday (line appeared after the 10 minutes, was shaped funny…but it gave me some hope). So I really knew that this cycle was a bust Monday. That was a pretty rough night. I called Noah crying, and he brought me these:
If he’s not the best, I don’t know who is.
Even though we got the “official” confirmation today, I knew in my heart that we were out for this month with that negative test earlier this week.
I feel broken. I feel like this month was a complete waste. All that time, all that money, for nothing. For me to feel like this today. And I thought we had everything so perfect. It honestly just feels like an insult.
I don’t really know where we’re going from here. I had my baseline appointment today for another round of Clomid…I’ll hear those results tomorrow. I’m sure they will tell me everything’s normal, like they always do.
Well I hate to be the bearer of bad news…but everything is NOT normal, and I’m starting to get tired of hearing it is.
If it were, I’d be either 6 months or 3 months pregnant right now.