Negative

It was negative when I took the test early last night. Damn that lonely, single line. It was still negative this morning, but I still felt compelled to give some blood to confirm at 8 a.m.  Holding on to some tiny shred of hope.  But, it was still negative when the nurse finally called at 4 p.m. 

The only silver lining is that we have two frozen.  I hate that these two have ended up being our back up plan and last ditch effort.  I hate having a headache from crying.  I hate feeling sorry for myself.  I hate this.

Cookie dough, pizza, and lots of wine and/or booze are called for.  Not necessarily in that order.