Thanks, Friday the 13th, and thanks, body. I hate y'all very much too.
I don't have spotting yet, but since I developed the IBS, I've noticed a change in that part of my body every month a day or two before AF comes. That change came this morning.
How do I feel? Crampy and grumpy. Other than that, very proud of myself for locking down the possibility of hope as well as I did. I learned my lesson well when I had been trying before with the ex. It's nowhere near as bad as it would have been if I had allowed myself the weakness of real hope. I was right. Telling myself it's utterly impossible helps.
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