Well, I knew this was coming I felt the first cramp Sunday. I felt the first raving pms rant Sunday when I verbally attacked my poor husband. I saw the first light pink spot last night.
This morning my pants didnt wan't to button and the tears are trying to fall.
Dammit I will not do this today. I am sick of being sad and angry and caring. I wish that I felt the relief that the fertile bitches feel when they get theirs. I wish that I could blow up this cloud that I will walk in for the next couple of days.
I wish that I did not give a shit.