Negative beta.
I got the call this afternoon.
The girl called me "sweetie" when she asked for me.
They only use the term sweetie when they have bad news.
And it was bad.
And I cried.
And felt confused.
And cried some more.
And wondered why?
And wondered why not?
And cried just a little more.
But my tears are all gone, and I'm going to be okay.
I really will!
Because I still believe God has plans for expanding our family.
I still don't know how.
Or when.
But I believe.
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(ALL RIGHT FOLKS, IF YOU'RE HERE...YOU MIGHT AS WELL CATCH UP ON THE WHOLE STORY! GO HERE AND START FROM THE BEGINNING!)