It's a "No"

With the fear of the DHA pill nausea behind me (never made me sick, only makes me burp out fish flavor all day long!), we stuck to the plan of "trying" to get pregnant these past few weeks. I feel like I have become some kind of mad scientist with all the calculations, measurements, and observations I've performed on myself. I think I have my ovulation predicted down to the precise minute. And, I could swear this month I knew the exact moment when I did ovulate. And I was perfect... right according to schedule. The next few days after the "O" day (as we'll call it), I woke up each morning with a little nausea that quickly passed. Was this a good sign? Four or five days later the feeling was gone and I had a deep, sinking feeling that I was NOT preggers. Adam seemed to have that feeling too. I read post after post online about people who say they have NO way of telling if they're pregnant for the first few weeks. So, I started holding out some hope. Maybe I would be surprised! Then, when I just couldn't wait anymore, I declared that I was ready to try the home pregnancy test, knowing it wasn't likely to be positive. And, that I was pushing it testing myself 5 days before my expected monthly reminder. But, I just had to know, so I could stop stressing about it for a few weeks. So, I took the test (never thought I'd be peeing in a cup in my own household). I had my speech-timer watch handy (we had to be 100% precise, you know!) and we waited the quick two minutes and went to take a look at the pink lines together. One line... one line... that was it. No second line. Epic fail! Better luck next time! I felt like I just got voted off "American Idol." But not so much of a let-down like top 5 of "Idol," more like a top 24 let-down. Okay, we'll get 'em next time team! Well, at least now I can have that one last alcoholic beverage and dip in the hot tub!