B...F...N... :(

In the infertile cirle, this acronym stands for Big Fat Negative. I don't know why I allow my hopes to get up. In our whole time of TTC, I've only taken 3 tests, counting this a.m. Thursday I decided I'd wait for Saturday morning to take the test. Wednesday was c.d. 28, and I've had no symptoms WHATSOEVER of AF. Usually for a week before I'm crampy, need to wear a sportsbra to strap "them" down, etc. I haven't had any of this and made the mistake of letting my mind wander with Conrad; figuring out that the baby would come in July (I told him, "that's a busy month, with your birthday, 4th of July, and our anniversary, but that's okay"), thinking about fun ways to let the family know on Christmas, etc. BAD GIRL!! I know that us getting pregnant the old fashioned way would be a miracle, but like I've said before, I'm not ruling out that God will do a miracle. Today I will occupy my time with cleaning house. I decided to have some girls over tonight, so that will insure that I will dust, vacuum, pick up clutter, etc., and not just mope around all day.