Okay, now that my real life friends hate me: Jamie, Jennifer, Amy, PLEASE read the update #2 below, I wasn't dissing you guys - you're the best friends a girl could ask for... Thanks for reading my blog because you love me so much and always want to know what's going on in my life! Thanks for messaging me or calling me to make sure I'm okay and to ask if you can do anything for me. Thanks for bringing me meals and getting me out of my house and for all of your prayers and time spent worrying about me. I love you girls, and I pray to God that none of you will ever be able to empathize with me about miscarrying your child!
Goodness gracious, great balls of fire! That is pretty much how I would describe the fiery pain going on in my ovaries - please, for my sake (and thus your own), OVULATE. You are ripping my innards apart (and soon, I'm going to be). I'm going to start having to pop Advil, which will then set my stomach on fire. I'm BEGGING you. I realize you're only a day late. But, please, please, O-V-U-L-A-T-E.
I HATE my "new normal" (cycle, that is). Can you tell?
Sorry, I think that may be the only thing I can focus on right now... because of the PAIN.