Nope.

Took the test this morning and it was negative. Darren was bustling around, getting ready to go to his 7 a.m. basketball game (which is why I am up at this ungodly hour). We weren't surprised by the results -- I'd pretty much figured it would be negative. But it was still a bummer.

Even though this is the first time we've had a close call, I've decided to pick up Taking Charge of Your Fertility and go the temperature-taking route. Since I have no idea what the hell my cycle is doing, let alone when I'm ovulating, I think it makes sense to get scientific a little sooner than we'd planned.

Darren keeps joking about how this whole experience is going to teach me patience. As if.