Ah, the monthly spiral into depression. At least something in my life is fairly dependable. Not only am I sore, exhausted, bloated, leaking, I get to wallow in self-pity just a little bit more for the next few days. Great timing to talk to my brother-in-law and be reminded of the baby (and soon to be considered my husband-incarnate I'm sure) that is a very sore spot for me.
I feel bad typing that, but if I can't be honest in my blog, where can I be?
Please send emergency supplies - Advil and ice cream. :(
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Yes you can be honest here Sara, you can't offend me with whatever you are writing.
I hate that time of the month!
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