I only cried once on Sunday, and not at all yesterday! Of course, last night, D was off work, so that helped a lot. We always have fun together. And it was pretty fun checking out hotels and stuff around Cedar Point. We watched several roller coaster videos, and are completely stoked to go there this summer.
A couple friends have mentioned to me how strong they think I am, how I can keep going to work (especially the day after I found out the pregnancy wasn't going to progress) and keeping myself together. D and I were talking about that last night, and we were both of the opinion that the alternative is to stay home and think about it and cry and be generally miserable, which is a pretty shitty alternative. I love my job, and I love (most of) my students, so why would I choose to miss out on a good aspect of my life to focus on something that sucks, that I have no control over. It doesn't seem like it's strong to me, but I'll still take the compliment. :)