I got my period today and it was no less heartbreaking than last month, even though I thought I was being a lot more relaxed about it. I didn't even realise I was close to being due until a few days beforehand (I was in such a bad mood from work that I didn't even notice it was PMT time) and unlike last month, I didn't hone in on every little twinge and slight oddity desperately searching for signs of pregnancy. This month, I was pretty sure that we didn't manage to conceive and I looked ahead to next month (our last try before the wedding). Regardless, when I knew for certain that I wasn't pregnant, I cried and cried.
I know, it's only the second month. It still really sucks, though.