definitely not pregnant.
for the first time today, i'm angry with myself. angry that even though D and i have been together since 2000, we only started trying for babies last April, just before i turned 33.
now, i fear, the chances of my actually having a successful pregnancy ending in a living baby before i reach the dreaded age of 35 are minuscule.
we do what we can. we do the best we can with the information we have at the time. and i can explain every reason that we waited this long.
i'm angry. and i only have myself to blame.