Happy. Confused. Devastated. Oh well.

I did an HPT on 26 September - and got a faint positive.  I cried because I was so happy.  We both saw the second line.  

Later that day I went for bloods (thanks Kirsty for taking me), and the results were negative.  Confused.
Monday morning guess who arrived.  Devastated.  Cried some more.  My DH just held me, there wasn't anything more could he do.
 Oh well.  We try, we fail, we try again.
I feel so stupid, for letting myself get so excited for nothing.  For getting him excited.
For the disappointment.Who makes those HPTs anyway?  They should be SHOT.