Sitting here in my car binging on garbage fast food because I’m stressed. Stressed about ttc, stressed about waiting to see what the result will be, stressed about stressing because stress is bad, stressed about the thought of actually getting a BFP and then having to wait again to see if it’s ectopic again or not, stressed about the whole idea of actually being pregnant and all the little things that could possibly go wrong through out it.

And then Three Little Birds by Bob Marley came on....and it gave me a sense of peace. And reminded me that I am strong and whatever gets thrown my way, every little thing is gonna be alright. I can handle it, because my rate for getting through tough shit is 100% so far.