I need to get a grip.
Feeling really down today, as AF finally decides to put in an appearance, on CD 32 (32?!) and 17DPO.
I had so convinced myself that this was our month, that even though I kind of knew from temperature falls and all that jazz that I'm utterly fed up and on the brink of tears.
I wouldn't mind, but while I know in my head and heart that they're are folks far worse off than me, and that it's only early on in our attempts (3rd cycle of proper trying;12 months of being remiss/unconcerned with contraception) I can't stop myself feeling very sorry for myself indeed.
To make it worse I have two stinking days ahead of me at work, where will be expected to be together and professional and not tell anyone to jeff off.
Tell me I'm being silly, and to pull myself together oh wise women of MN.