Going to the party definitely helped. I thought it might and that's why I forced myself to go. Getting out of the house and talking to other people helps me keep my mind off of things and stops me from falling into the depths of despair.
Last night I dreamed I was pregnant and there was a heartbeat on the ultrasound. Somehow people found out and were getting all excited around me. I was freaking out that people were excited. "Stop it!" I told them. "We don't know anything yet." I wasn't excited. I was just nervous.
Then I woke up.
Needless to say, I'm not feeling particularly happy again. Down in the dumps again this morning. But I'm going to meet a fellow blogger for lunch, so hopefully that will draw me out a little.
And then it's back to life and the real world and a full week of work tomorrow.