I'm not feeling very chatty. Just pissed.
I felt everything that pointed to pregnancy. EVERYTHING! Even the freakin' brown implantation bleeding which I've never seen before, ever.
And now my stupid period appears to be here.
I was so hopeful. There were 35 million sperm! 35 million! 3x better than we've ever had.
I don't want to go back to cynical. I want to be able to stay hopeful. But right now I'm just really sad. Sad for me, and sad for Mr. P. He puts this all on himself, and I just hate that. I just hate this whole damn thing.
The twins had a snow day on Wednesday, which I suspect means that we’re going to lose a day of spring break. But I’m not going to focus on that right now....
18 hours ago