Alas, a sticky BFP was not meant for me again this cycle. AF showed up in full force a couple of hours ago. Fortunately, she stayed at bay until I was finished traveling and arrived in my comfy hotel room. So I've taken a hot shower and hopped into my PJs, and I'm waiting for my room service (including dessert) to arrive. Even better, it's all on the company dime.
I posted my faint positive on the TTC board, and the ladies saw what DH and I saw on that IC (and possibly FRER), so I'm absolutely beside myself. I was only spotting most of today, but my cramps were getting worse. And I just knew AF was going to show. I was walking through DFW and just started tearing up. I had to go to the bathroom and cry in a stall. I just feel broken... emotionally and physically... like what in the hell is wrong with me? I am grateful, so very grateful, that we're able to get pregnant, but I just don't understand why my body wants to reject them.
And I hate feeling down like this because it's not my personality, it's not who I am. I'm sure in a few days, I'll be back to my normal self. But in this moment, I just feel like I'm being tortured for some unknown wrong that I've committed.
As I typed that, I just got so mad at myself.

So I'm going to end this on a high note. I'm thinking of a dream that my husband had about a week ago. He was so excited when he woke up to tell me that he had one of the most vivid dreams he'd ever had in his life. He said that I was in the living room wrapping Christmas presents. He came downstairs and told me, "You're going to have a baby." I just looked up at him, got really excited, and exclaimed, "I am!" Then I said something about how much we had to get done around the house before our little one arrived. We were both so happy.
This is the first baby/pregnancy dream he's ever had, and I think it's incredibly poignant. I was wrapping Christmas presents... so perhaps this cycle will be "the one." And we'll have an early December BFP to announce.