So, Monday morning I kept waking up feeling really sick to my stomach and nauseous and like I really needed to throw up. Finally, at 430 when the husband's alarm went off, I gave up. Decided I needed to go and sit up and watch tv. First I took a pregnancy test. Figured it'd been 2 months since my last one so, why not?
I knew what the result would be. But EVERY time there is this little spark of hope that MAYBE, just MAYBE it will be different this time.
Of course it wasn't! How foolish could I be?!
I hate taking these tests. Even if I know they are going to be negative, that spark of hope drives me crazy and then the walls crash down.
Luckily I slept sitting up for a couple hours and felt MUCH better when I woke.
~Shannon
I know the feeling all too well... I've just stopped taking HPT's... :-/ keep on keeping on
ReplyDeleteTrust me, I understand completely. I admire the fact that you can speak so openly about it after it happens. When I get negative tests, I do nothing but cry for 2 or 3 days. I tell myself I can't do it anymore, but then that hope keeps me going.
ReplyDeleteIt is hard. I think right now I don't talk it as hard as I should only because I know we aren't specifically trying... :/
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