not what I hoped

So remember this? And this?

No Dr. Phil episode for me. Or Jerry Springer appearance. Or who is it that does the paternity tests? Maury?

The thing is, last week I was sure it was yes. Certain. I just felt it. On Monday, all of a sudden, I didn't feel it anymore. Part of Thanksgiving being hard was knowing the answer was no.

Remember my aversion to Ativan? Well, no more. Prescription drugs here I come.

As hard as it would have been, I was praying for two pink lines.