Nachos Anyone?

Yesterday. Was. Hard. I'm not sure if my hormones are just all outta whack still or if I'm just horribly horribly depressed, but yesterday was a rough one. The doc's office called to say that my HCG levels were back to "negative" and I found myself nodding and saying, "Oh good." Like oh good, I'm so not pregnant anymore. Yahoo. Really I just meant that it was good that I didn't have any lingering tissue or worse, an ectopic pregnancy. But it still felt odd to be happy about it.
Hubby was super sweet. I was being all sorts of Kathy Bates on him and he just kept saying nice things and telling me he loves me. Then we watched a movie together and he sat next to me on the couch and held my hand during the whole movie. Usually he lies in the recliner and dozes off so this was a big deal.
Anyway, no point to this post really except that I was sad and ate about everything in sight and made nachos at 1:00 in the morning. Sick. This morning I slept in but then got up and went for a run. It was only about a mile but it felt good to exercise a little again. When I found out I was pregnant just 2 short weeks ago, I stopped exercising out of fear of P90X'ing my baby out of my uterus. So I've made it my new goal to get hot and skinny since I can't be pregnant right now.
HSG tomorrow, blood clotting and anti-mulerrian test results should be back next week.