ok love might be pushing it but my obsessive shenanigans have gone on long enough. i think i’ve reached maximum capacity on worrying. i’m just done with it. i had the most horrible cramps last night, so bad that i had to take some tylenol and use a heating pad just to get comfortable. they weren’t like AF this time, more like the previous ones. then this morning i had the tiniest amount of brown on the tissue. it wasn’t much but it was there. and geez another random useless symptom is all i need right now. so after a few moments of freak out i just got to the point where there’s just nothing more i can do. all i can do is stop worrying and learn to love the 2ww. or go incrementally more insane with each passing stroke of the clock. i choose numero uno.
i’m just over it. and honestly i’d rather be napping.