(A note to my little brother: Go ahead and skip the first paragraph if you're reading!)
Yep, aunt flow has invaded my life once again. Actually, for the second time since giving birth, she's back. I don't know if it is due to pregnancy or just my body changing as I get older, but it is AWFUL. Seriously, like a war zone. I have always considered myself fortunate for never really having cramps, but now that has changed. They are so bad I thought I was going to throw up a couple of times earlier this week. Yuck.
Ok, vent over.
Getting back to "normal" has hit me kind of hard. It's not that I necessarily want to be pregnant again right now, but the sinking feeling of AF arriving is just haunting. Now, each month that passes by, it is just a reminder of what we will (most likely) have to do in order to grow our family. I've always wanted to have children fairly close together in age, but I've come to realize that this will most likely not be the case. It's not fair. I know that sounds so whiny and childish, but what else is there to say, really?
Jordan cracks me up, though! I told him last night that AF was here, and he said, "Oh, so are you going to go and pick up some of those tests?" (talking about ovulation predictor kits) Oh dear sweet husband who rarely gets up in the middle of the night when the baby wakes up, who gets back in bed after fixing the baby's breakfast, who still can't seem to locate the dirty laundry hamper or dishwasher without explicit directions, and who hands the baby over when he gets too fussy to handle, NO. I do not want to go buy OPKs. Thanks so much for asking! :P