Trumped...

I'm afraid the "signs" from earlier in the week were trumped this morning at 5am when I sleepily put my thermometer in my mouth. My temperature has been higher than it has ever been for that last week or so, and I was beginning to let hope (to be honest, a lot of hope) creep in. Today however, it dropped. My beta is tomorrow morning, so I'll drive 40 minutes each way to confirm what I am already pretty sure of... I'm not pregnant. I guess it is time to drag out the old white folder and give it a more serious look.