I’m feeling pretty defeated this morning.
I’ve had my period since July 26th. That’s 12 days. I never even bothered to call the clinic to
tell them that this cycle is on because a 12-day period makes me think it’s
probably not. I’ve never had one last
this long before in the history of my uterus.
Then, I come in to the office to find out that one of my
work friends is pregnant.
Even worse, she’s the one who’s usually here early with me
and she always makes the coffee so that by the time I arrive, there’s a fresh
pot waiting. Now the smell of coffee is
making her sick, so I don’t even get to capitalize on her coffee making skills
Anyway, I meant for this post to be all about the amazing
road trip we just returned from—we covered parts of California, Arizona,
Nevada, Utah, Colorado, Wyoming and South Dakota—but I’m not really feeling the
post-vacation glow this morning. More like post vacation gloom.
Yesterday at Coffee Bean, my horoscope popped up on their
little screen thingy:
Something you want
more is coming, so pinch those pennies and avoid those big purchases.
Back to the waiting game, I suppose.