pardon the depressed rant ðŸ˜
For once I wish my head and my heart could be on the same page. AF was 12 days late. I was getting ready to test again in the morning. My head telling me not to get my hopes up. Sure I've never been this late and I have had some symptoms (fatigue, sore breasts and nipples, frequent urination, upset stomach, mild cramps) most of which are very rare for me just pre AF. But my head knew the chances were higher that I was just late-especially given the bfp's I had.
My heart on the other hand didn't want to listen. It got hopeful around day 9 of AF not showing up. We have been trying for so long. Everyone around me is having babies (literally-I work on a post partum floor- but also 17 of my fellow employees have been or are pregnant). I can't look on Facebook or instagram without seeing new announcements constantly. My heart wanted to finally believe that maybe, just maybe, it was finally my turn.
Then AF decided to show up to the party. Commence crying. Stupid heart should have listened to my brain. And what makes it even worse is I told my husband and it doesn't seem to affect him at all. If only I could be like that ðŸ˜
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