A "maybe" is worse than a "no."
Here is something I did not know: an unequivocal negative is easier than an ambiguous positive.
To women who've never had a positive pregnancy test, that will seem like the rankest heresy. In unison: "At least you know you can get pregnant."
Now let's try it in a round, to the tune of "Row, Row, Row Your Boat."
Great! Next let's break it down old skool-stylee.
Wait, that last was a really bad idea.
The truth is that I do have the knowledge that I can get pregnant, but it's not the comfort you might think it is, because I also have the knowledge that I can lose it. I can be happy, the happiest I've been in my life and that happiness can be yanked away unceremoniously in the space of thirty seconds.
(Perhaps it's crass of me to mention money, but I must point out that it particularly stings when you spend $11,000 getting happy...and they still charge you a co-pay when that happiness is shattered. My most recent D&C cost me more than a live birth would have. But I'm not bitter.)
It's oddly soothing to know that's not at stake this time. This time, I can go on a valedictory vodka bender, cry until I look like Marty Feldman, and know it's over. Then, somehow, I'll just manage to scrape myself off the floor to pursue plan B.