But actually not an update at all because there’s still nothing to tell.
Day 38 and still no period. Still not pregnant. Still. not. functioning.
There are cramps…kind of. And I’m pretty positive there are cysts because I can feel my sneezes in my ovaries (what, don’t you?). I do have a doctor’s appointment scheduled for Monday, though. So that pretty much guarantees that I’ll get my period later today or on Saturday. I’m betting I’ll get it on Saturday, the moment I show up at the party, right as I meet the baby my child should have been twins with and see the woman who is pregnant even though she wasn’t even trying. My body will choose to bleed (sorry Dad) the second I walk up to the both of them. Like it was just waiting for that very moment to show.
Because the universe just loves to fuck with us, doesn’t it?
Can’t we get it to stop?
Haven’t I paid my dues already?
Shouldn’t it start picking on someone it’s own size?
Wait, that doesn’t sound like it would be good. Scratch that, universe. How about you just start being nice to me for once, okay? Please?
I know it doesn’t sound it — but really, I am okay. Just annoyed. And frustrated. And PMS-ing times a thousand for the period that will never come.
It’s like PMS on crack. Only without the buzz.
It’s really fun! Want to join me?