Aunt Flow, that is.
I guess she just needed to fuck with me for a bit.
I'm so tired of this life: the tears, the fears, the anxiety, the dark sadness that seems like it will never end, the stab to the heart that comes with seeing a big pregnant belly. I'm worn out, used up, I have absolutely nothing left.
But you can bet your sweet bippy I'll be at Walgreen's tomorrow picking up more Femara and folic acid.
It's a sickness, I tell ya.