This morning, I awoke to the immediate pressure of taking the pregnancy test. I couldn't bear to look at the results, so after the three minutes, J walked into the bathroom alone. The look on his face when he returned told me everything I needed to know.
"I love you" was all he could say.
And I cried.
We really thought this month was the one we had been waiting almost 7 years for. But yet again, we were disappointed.
I wish I could report to you that I'm optimistic for next month, or at least some little nugget of hope to bring out the warm fuzzies. But I can't. My reserve is completely empty.