To myself, that is.
I just made a confession on True Mom Confessions. I cried the entire time I typed it. I cried as I read confessions from moms. I cried because some were beautiful and sweet. I cried because some had me questioning why these incompetent people could be parents and not me.
I lie and tell myself that I'm okay that I'm not pregnant.
I lie and tell Husband, when his disappointment in the BFN is as evident as mine, that the next cycle will be the cycle.
I lie when I smile and say I'm not going to let it get me down.