So yesterday was a shit show. I took a pregnancy test after being god knows how late, and thought I saw something. Cue the excitement and happy tears. Obviously after much more detailed investigative work, there was nothing to be seen on the test. Cue emotional breakdown which included: tears, almost breaking the new carpet cleaner (I didn’t), and sitting in the bathroom for a good solid hour. But this morning after a long awaited, very confusing 66 day cycle, the red witch showed her face. That’s right, Mother nature is a biatch. I can say that I’m okay with it cause that last cycle was hell, but I am still a little bummed to be honest. I’m starting to look at it in a way that Marcus and I can try again. So you know, a little light at the end of the tunnel. I’d rather be growing a tiny human than bleeding right about now, but it is what it is. So cue the midol, dark chocolate cause my husband is bomb, tacos for dinner, my tiny human godson, and lots of kitchen packing. Hopefully that will take my mind off of the raging war hammer inside my uterus. Anyway, thank you guys so much for all the love and support as always. Much love.