Still Wanna Know?

This morning rolled around and I just couldn't take it anymore. I succumbed to the pressure and dug out the dreaded box of devil sticks, aka pregnancy tests. This is what I saw:

And so my last ditch effort to have a biological child is done and over with.
Let's see, just how many ways can I put this?

1) There is no bun in the oven

2) There is no pea in the pod

3) I am not with child

4) I am not expecting

5) The rabbit is safe

6) I am the Biggest Loser

You know how most people gain weight during an IVF cycle? Sometimes as much as 10 pounds? Get this, I lost 5 pounds. And this after not going to the gym for a solid month and subsisting on a solid diet of chocolate and macaroni and cheese while laying around watching far too much TV. This is, by far, the most expensive 5 pounds I have ever lost.

Oh, I did go for the beta test this morning. Then after breakfast I shoved a couple of extra strength excedrin down my gullet to try to get rid of this headache that has been the bane of my existence for the past 4 days.

And so now I just wait for official word from the RE's office, and I will hit "publish post" as soon as I get it.

Yup, it's officially official: Negative.

Operation "Hey! Impreggo My Eggos" is officially over and done.

Next appointment with the RE is on the 29th.

Oh, and if you know me in real life, please don't make me have to cheer you up. I've got all I can handle.