Yesterday was one of those days. Did you ever have one of those days? I did. And yesterday was it.
It was one of those days that started with one of those weeks. You know the kind of week where you are going along just fine until one day, even though you weren't planning on getting pregnant again so soon, you find you are spotting and cramping a little. All the familiar signs start popping up all over. Still, the stick doesn't say you are pregnant, but your late. And that just doesn't happen. And you're fine with it. Even though it wasn't planned. Again.
And then the more you think about it, the more you like it. And you start planning and dreaming about it. And you start getting really excited. You start to think that sometimes the best things in life start unplanned.
And then you begin to feel like crap. Like, serious crap on a stick. Blaaahhhh. Kind of crap.
And what do ya know you get your period. And you aren't really depressed, cuz the stick already told you that you weren't supposed to believe you were pregnant, but somehow you did anyway. Even though you didn't originally want another baby right now. And you weren't trying anyway. Being really careful even! So, you're not depressed. Nope.
But in the back of your mind there were those plans. So maybe just a little disappointment? But not depressed.
And anyway. There is always next month. Right?
So, yeah. It was just one of those days.