My period is never late, ever. So when it came a day late just in time for NYE, my hopes were crushed. I told my husband my cramps were so bad I needed to lay in bed all day, but in reality they were bearable. I just needed to be alone, and to sleep, so I wouldn't have to think about my sadness. Here is to not being part of the DD crowd at tomorrow's party with our friends. I'll be drinking solo.