Here we are. The infamous cd 1. Otherwise known as – I woke up to my period. The worst is that I knew the moment I woke up and I just stayed in bed. I laid there and tried to think of anything else in the universe then getting up and having to acknowledge the obvious. I’m not pregnant, again. So, after nearly an hour of putting it off, I dragged myself out of bed and just cried. Cried and cried and cried. It’s almost like mourning the cycle that has just passed. But I will not stay here at the pity party. I’m just popping in for a mimosa or two and then I’ll be on my way.
I do want to post about last night’s session as well but I’m going to do that later this morning (after the pity party and probably an egg mcmuffin).