Tuesday, August 30, 2011


My hope is gone. I tested for the past 3 mornings - all negative. I'm irritable, sad, crampy, and "the girls" have been sore now for a couple days. I feel the need to apologize for being such a downer.

The picture kind of goes along with this depressing theme. Earlier this year we cleaned out our garage (one pet peeve of mine is attached garages that can't actually be used to park cars in, so we always keep ours fairly clean) and I came across a box that hadn't been sorted through in a LONG time.

Those are the magazines I started subscribing to, buying, and collecting when, 15 years ago, I decided I was ready to have a baby. Silly me. The years on each magazine are what really get me. I threw them all away.

Tomorrow I fully expect the test in the morning to be negative and my beta to be negative too. I suppose there is still a small chance but I'm pretty sure that a test wold have been positive this morning if it was going to be at all.


  1. I'm so sorry. And those magazines are such an awful reminder... Sending you a hug.

  2. Hugs as you hang in the balance.

    I had a purge like that once. Bittersweet.

  3. *hugs* I'm sorry ;(

  4. I have just caught up - that sucks balls... I am so sorry, I hope that you are going okay.

  5. I saw your message today, and suspect I know how today's beta went. I am so sorry.