Literally. That's how I'm dealing with the negative. Working working working.
I've had a couple of terrible moments. Monday night I woke up in the middle of the night hysterically crying. I scared Max half to death. I couldn't stop. When I got up in the morning, I had mascara all over me. My face, my neck, my arms. And yes, you caught me. That means I don't wash my face at night. The While getting ready, I decided to start crying and cried for about an hour and a half straight.
But I've been a bit better since then. I should officially be cycle day 1 tomorrow morning which means moving forward. Excited about that.
I'm bummed I won't have a 2012 baby. Maybe a little more than bummed. What if the Mayans were right and the world ends? Aaagggghhh! But seriously. No 2012.
I'm sad for many of my blog friends right now too. This is a bunch of bullshit!