Nope.

This is what I saw in my bathroom this morning:

Ok, well, that's what it should have said.

My dear, sweet, optimistic husband still had high hopes that since we're at cycle day 58 and I still have not gotten my period, I might be pregnant. And despite my accurate understanding of biology and how ovulation works (or doesn't), and my certainty that I'm not pregnant, I took a test this morning. Negative, of course.

I never thought I'd say this, but I wish Rob was right and I was wrong.