My grandma had an organ in her house when I was growing up. She couldn’t read sheet music, but she could play almost anything by ear. Some of my fondest memories of her involve that organ. I’d sit next to her on the bench and she’d play and sing to me. My favorite song was Que Sera, Sera.
Whatever will be, will be.
This cycle was not meant to be. My First Response test was as stark white this morning as it has been for days, and I started spotting just now. I went for a blood test at the RE’s office this morning, but I already know what the result will be. Negative.
I’m doing my very best to carry on today as if it’s just another Monday even though all I want to do is curl up in a ball and cry my eyes out. I’m trying to be excited about having a couple of Cinco de Mayo margaritas tonight. Onward and forward.
That stark white area is the. worst. I'm sorry to hear it. Next time!
Posted by: Meridith | 05/05/2014 at 01:14 PM
I'm so sorry this wasn't your cycle for a BFP. Que sera sera indeed (My grandmother used to sing that to me too, and it's been in my head since your post - a little self talk while I wait to test next Monday). Thinking of you!
Posted by: inthebabycloset | 05/06/2014 at 12:23 PM