It’s that time of the month again...


Today is cycle day 3.

For some reason, I thought last month was THE month. I saw rainbows everywhere, I was convinced I was pregnant, the signs were all good. Until they weren’t.

I tossed my prenatals and my Ava bracelet in a drawer, had a good cry, and spent cycle day 1 and 2 blitzed.

But today is cycle day 3. Which means I have to put my hopeful hat back on for this month. I just took my clomid pills, and now I’m going to go crawl in bed with good old Ava and Aunt Flow for company.

Don’t forget that you are Badass for doing this, ladies. 💜