Went to a family simcha on Thursday.
My husband was so calm and happy, thinking that maybe this time, we too had a chance at making our own.
And then, that same day, it was over.
And I couldn't even cry, because I was having guests for Shabbos and had to cook and get my home ready.
On to the next round!
(At least the doctor, nurses, and secretaries were happy to see me...)