Or just plain evil. I've yet to decide. Today was my due date. Today is the day after my birthday. And as of a few minutes ago, today is CD 1.
Really? It's shit, I tell you. (this post may be a little more flagrant, I'm sorry if I offend)
I knew this was going to happen over the past could days, I mean I even stopped testing after Friday. There was no need, I knew. Yesterday my temperature dropped a degree. It was an obvious sign.
I am calling my doctor's office in a few minutes. It's time to take charge and I'm hoping he doesn't challenge me today, it would be a bad idea.
Ironically, as annoyed and bitter as I am, I'm utterly relaxed on vacation. So once my phone call is done, I'm going to go back to the beach, put on my seriously oversized sunglasses to hide any tears and to the best of my ability, enjoy my day and my husband. Where better to get through such a day than on vacation at the beach?