So, I’m not pregnant. At least not anymore. The lines on my HPT? They never really got darker. Even on 20 DPO. That, for me, was not a good sign. Then two nights ago, I started bleeding. It was a chemical pregnancy. It was over. I’m feeling pretty wrecked, especially with the intensity of the emotions I’ve been dealing with the past week—this major high and then, honestly, what feels like dispair. It’s really difficult for me not to hate myself right now. Like, logically I know that it’s not my fault, it’s out of my control, and there isn’t anything that I can do, but I feel so completely shitty. This is literally the one thing I’ve consistently wanted my entire life, and now there’s some reason I can’t do it. It’s frustrating and scary and sad, and now all I can think of are these horribly depressing what-if scenarios. So that’s my update. The plan for next (this?) month is to really top up on my vitamins—I’m adding selenium and CoQ10 to the mix—and to follow the “Sperm Meets Egg” plan, because having sex every day from the time my period ends until a day or two after ovulation was rough on your girl. Real rough. I’ll probably do a post about SME sometime when I’m feeling better. I hope that’s soon. We’ll see. ❤️