To Be or Not To Be?

I hate the waiting game.  When you think you could be pregnant, but it is too soon to show up on a test.  I went through this when I was pregnant with Braden.  I knew I was pregnant even though the first test was negative.  Sure enough a week later- positive.  I knew my body so well then.  But since then, there have been several times I was convinced I was pregnant, and I wasn't.  I think I just want it so much, my mind convinces my body to have symptoms.  I don't know.  I really feel like I am, but I just don't know.  I took a test yesterday and it was negative, but my period isn't due until next Thursday.  I'm going to retest Sunday, but the wait is killing me.  So is keeping this to myself.  Nobody believes me when I say I think I'm pregnant anymore.  I don't want to get my hopes up, but my breasts have hurt since Saturday, and I have off and on being feeling really nauseous.  I'm not going to say anything to anyone until after I retest Sunday.  If I am pregnant, I just going to hand my husband a card.  I hope I can find one about being a new father.  I have an 11 year old from my first marriage, and Tommy is a great dad to him, but losing Braden killed him.  I know I just have to put it in God's hands and He will give me a child when it is time.  The waiting is just hard.