We went through our final treatment cycle of the year in May. I was to take my pregnancy test on Thursday, May 31st. On Wednesday, May 30th, I was telling my sister ... 'tomorrow they are going to call me and say "sorry, it's negative" and then tomorrow night I'm going to start training for Portland!!!"
I'm only slightly bummed that when Thursday rolled around the conversation didn't go as I had planned ... instead of "sorry, it's negative" I heard "Congratulations, you are PREGNANT!!!" or something to that effect. I'm thousands times happier then the slightly bummed feel of not training for Portland.