One of the bad days

Today is just one of those days that pushing to be positive and hopeful just isn't going to happen. Yesterday I got my 7th negative test. I'm supposed to start Clomid soon, which is great, except that my husband has extreme anxiety and depression and if it works (fingers crossed) and I end up with twins I don't know how to tell him or how he will handle it. He wants this too but I already forsee many panic attacks when it happens (which is ok). I'm usually the strong one who keeps things together for everyone but today I'm choosing to not even keep me together. I know bad days are ok but my own fears and disappointments are winning today. No one in my family knows about the trouble we're having trying to get pregnant and days like today are when I am most thankful for glow and all of the awesome ladies here.