I didn’t sleep well last night. My boobs were too sore to sleep on my stomach, so I tossed and turned all night. Today, they’re still very sore and so swollen that I had to break out the serious support bra. Sitting here at my desk at work I starting counting backwards to when I had my last period (’cause why bother to keep track any more, right?) and realized it was 29 days ago, I’m late. 2 years of infertility treatment, 3 doctors, 2 failed IVF’s, 2 failed IUI’s and 1 miscarriage have finally beaten it in to my head that I can not have babies. Can’t do it. The few eggs I have left are hard-boiled. I know full well it’s my period coming. I know there is no chance I’m pregnant. But yet I sit here poking at my sore breasts and wondering if I should go get a pregnancy test, knowing full well that my period will start the minute I plunk down the money. And yet…. *sigh*hope-is-pointless