This morning I went to feed the parking meter. I dropped a quarter and it rolled under my car and I immediately burst into tears. I got in my car and shut the door (because I was in the middle of campus) and proceeded to sob for 30 minutes. I was late for a staff meeting, but every time I tried to get out of the car, it started all over again.
Does this emotional collapse mean that AF is just around the corner? One can only hope.
These last 5 weeks have been never ending. One more week for either AF to show up, or until I can call the clinic and see what's up. Either way, I would love for this week to fly by.