Niente

Italian for nothing.  No "whooshes", thank goodness, and no Auntie Flo.  I decided yesterday that if I don't wake up with the wench by tomorrow (Monday) morning, I'm calling the doctor to schedule a serum.  I squandered all 3 tests in the box from Thursday night to Saturday morning and I refuse to buy more.  $9 down the drain and for what?  I didn't get any answers from it.  Well, maybe I did but I'm still in denial since my period hasn't shown yet.  Hubby remains optimistic that there still could be a wee one burrowing in, saying "No period?  Isn't that a good thing?  Maybe there is a baby in there".  I think it's his way of saying, "I'm ready for this.  I'm okay with this.  I want this."  Which is good.  I can't help but have feelings of impending doom in the form of either the Clomid or progesterone lengthening my cycle, and not an actual pregnancy.  I almost don't want to have the serum done because I don't want to be told it's negative.  How whacked is that, that I'd rather be in limbo waiting for my period to come than be told outright what I suspect?