Big Fat Negative...

Seven times...that is how many times I stared at a home pregnancy test wishing for that second line to appear.  Zero times is how many times it did.  Yes, I tortured myself 7 times in less that a week.  

I couldn't wait, so I took the first test early last week.  Then, I convinced myself it was just too early, so I waited a couple of days and tested again, and again, and again, each time becoming more and more angry and depressed.  

I don't even really know what to say.  I'm discouraged.  I'm hurt.  I'm boarder line depressed.  

I'm 31 and childless.