After days of high temps and the nerves of waiting, the f-ing witch is starting to show her ugly @$$ head. My temps haven't even dropped and are still the highest they've been all cycle. This was the best chart I've ever had and everything pointed to me being pregnant this time. I have cried so many times today I've lost count. I prayed so hard for a Christmas miracle, but apparently God just wanted to play a really cruel joke on me. Build me up to the highest hope I could have and then bring me crashing down. Sometimes I think it will just never happen.