Well- I woke up today to another negative pregnancy test. I'm actually embarrassed to admit how sad this makes me. Especially since I never thought I'd be this person. I always figured I'd be too busy touring the world at my age to care if I was pregnant or not. But I am this person, and happy to be. Becoming a mother was the biggest thing I could have aspired to be, and so I think it's only natural that I feel upset when the little extra line doesn't pop up. But I decided today that I have the choice to spend my morning crying, or spend it counting my blessings. We'll see which one wins.