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.
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Ah, shit. I'm so sorry. I've been there, I know how much it sucks, and I'm so sorry you're going through this. Deep breaths, Midol, and a big fat glass of wine. That's my prescription (unless you don't drink, in which case, sub a pint of Ben and Jerry's for the wine!)
I'm sorry. Grrr. I hate it when this happens.
FUCK.
Shit.
I'm sorry, sweetie.
I'm so sorry honey. I hate it too. It's the hoping it won't come that's the worst. No matter what you do you can't stop hoping. :(
Boo. Sorry honey. And if you figure out how to not give a shit, let me know.
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