Thanks to everyone for sending so much love and support when I got my BFN.  I don't know what I would do without the support group.  Without you, I would be completely alone.  With you, I'm just going through something sucky that lots of people have to go through.  Thanks to you, I know what to expect, I have people to bounce ideas off of, and I see that this arduous process actually produces results, and therefore hope, for many people.  Including me. I had a great time on my vacation to my grandmother's house in Texas.  There was only one pregnant cousin there - but she was WAY pregnant, even though people just broke the news to me a few weeks ago.  I'm glad everyone cares about me enough NOT to tell me about the pregnancies.  I wish I could take them in stride, but you know: it's hard. While in Texas, I saw another pregnant female actually have a baby.  It was a cow.  And the baby was a perfect little black calf with a white heart on its forehead.  What a fertility adventure.  I've definitely never seen anything like that.  When I got my period that day, I felt very much like that was the natural cycle of things.  That poor cow had had slime, and then the amniotic sac, and then a baby's hooves and nose, poking out of her.  At least for me it was only a mild smattering of red fluid. Even better than the multiplying cow, one of the best parts of my trip was seeing my friend Ashley, of DS fame, in Austin.  We met, with our husbands, for dessert on Sunday afternoon.  Not only did we order luscious chocolate pastries, but Ashley surreptitiously pulled two Chick-fil-A brownies out of her purse and passed them to us.  After so much sadness, she knows exactly how to convey comfort.   Ashley and her husband have a very specialized knowledge that no other couple we know has.  I mentioned something about progesterone, and her husband responded with a comment about shots.  Ashley turned to him and said, "No, Kay's actually on the suppositories."  For someone I haven't talked to in person for 20 years, she's very up to date on my physical status.  And somewhere along the line, vaginal suppositories turned into casual conversation topics.  That was pretty funny.  James and I have certainly not had that kind of conversation with any other husband and wife.   As another funny note in this tragicomedy of infertility, Ashley also referred to one of our mutual friends' pregnancies.  I had not heard about it.  I burst into tears and cried into my brownie-crumbed napkin.  It was so much easier to weep in the presence of my favorite infertile woman, rather than in the presence of the actual pregnant friend.  How wonderful to be around people who don't think you're overreacting, whose feelings you won't hurt when you cry about somebody else's happiness. When we left the restaurant - a long time after it had closed, it turns out - Ashley and I both reached for our cameras as a matter of course.  Soon I'm sure you'll be seeing the pictures of us up here.  WOO HOO INFERTILE GIRLS!  INFERTILE GIRLS RULE!!!! By the way, I'd like Ashley even if she weren't infertile.  So go ahead, Ashley, get pregnant.