The call said that I wasn't pregnant.
I was numb. The nurse on the phone was so sorry and so sad.
My mom was really worried about me.
I told her I was okay...disappointed, but okay. I promised her I was fine.
I really thought I was.
Then Jace got home from work, we talked for a few short minutes...and then I lost it.
I mean, huge sobs that shook the house, and where you get hiccups halfway through crying that don't go away, and make you almost inaudible as you talk (or try to).
Jace was flabbergasted. He told me, "I told you that you weren't pregnant...(which set me off, i tell you what) we don't even have our tests back yet!"
I KNEW the chances to get pregnant on the first go, without our test results back, were slim.
I knew that I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up...and I really tried not to. Seriously.
But, I should've known that of COURSE I was going to get my hopes up!
I want this THAT bad.
But. ((deep breath))
Life goes on, and another month, means another chance. (unfortunately more medications AND extra in this case as well.)
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