Here’s my daily post.

I’m aware some read this and some don’t. For whatever reason it just makes me feel a tiny bit better to write out my feelings in hopes someone else out there feels as crappy as I do (well that didn’t sound right, I actually hope no one feels as crappy as I do but it’s nice to have people eh understand it). Anyways, I’m feeling defeated. And I know, there’s still time left. But another negative test this morning just makes me feel hopeless. My beta is on Saturday. I figure at this point I’ve got to getting a tiny vvfl, but nothing. Not to mention my boobs are as sore and swollen as they always get before Aunt Flo, plus I’m emotional and irritable, and overall just feel super PMS like. Right now I am just trying to hold on until Saturday, which I’m actually dreading. I had high hopes. I already had planned out how to tell hubby and everything. Maybe a miracle will happen.