That I'm not pregnant.
I'm not as upset as I thought I would be. I think it's because I've been setting myself up for this all week. It does come in waves, however. Mostly waves of anger and jealousy of those who this is easy for. I'm also frequently saying the three words that I can't stand, but it seems to apply in this case:
It's not fair.
Mostly, I just feel kind of numb about the whole thing. I have no idea where to go from here. We are more than blessed and lucky to have G and maybe that's just the way it's supposed to be for us.