I was so sure.
I let myself think it was. I waited patiently not saying a word to anyone. 1 day, 2 days, 5 days, 8 days...nothing. It happened before, so it could happen again right? I let my mind wander to the what ifs, the maybes and the future. I was happy. I was excited. I shouldn't have done that. Especially when I didn't know for sure.
Now I know it's not to be and I'm sad. I'm angry at myself for the silly mindgames I was playing. I've never been that late before (except for my pregnancy with Mason). I felt pregnant. I felt like I did with my son. Today I was going to get a HPT to make sure. I had thought of some possible ways to tell DH.
I feel foolish.
I should know better then this. It doesn't happen like that for me. I wish it did.
Sometimes life sucks and there is nothing I can do about it.
Sorry for the vent. I'm just not a happy girl today.