E-M-O-T-I-O-N-A-L

I’m either crying at a drop of a hat or biting someone’s head off for no reason. I really think I need to get a sign around my neck. “Step away from the Hormonal B*tch”. And on the back saying “Talk to me at your own risk”. I’m trying really hard to keep a level head and just stay calm. But it’s so damn hard to do in real life. Here in the virtual one I can pretend I’m fine. The keyboard does the talking for me, and I can fool anyone in to thinking I’m happy today. But my poor family and DH. I’m no fun to be around. I admire their patience with me.

I’m between 4-6dpo. It’s weird not being in total control of this cycle. I haven’t even been tempted to temp. I love sleeping late, especially with it getting so cold here. Although I’m thinking of temping from maybe next Wednesday. Just so that I can mentally prepare myself for AF. I don’t want to sit here thinking and hoping I’m pregnant. I’ll rather know ahead of time that AF is approaching.