Now i think I'm not pregnant...that was clever of me wasn't it? -but possibly that I have chronic fatigue syndrome. Today is day 27 and the feelings have really only been tiredness, not much else. The odd pang in my ab, (and then in my heart). And purple grape flavoured shadows under my eyes, which my mum favours as a sign. But so silly of me to say i think i might be pregnant because that so soon slips into I bloody well am, and so I start crossing roads carefully and worrying about falling down stairs and thinking it's ok to eat 27 meals a day -and then I do a negative test and I just cannot fucking beleive it. I shouldn't have even implanted yet. Not if I ovulated on day 20. Ten days, sister. And Fourteen till your period is due.
Plus also my temp went down by one degree this morning which, if it continues to, is the end of the fun for all concerned.
Still no coffee.
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So gorgeous to come and find all these exciting entries. Funny fucker. Yes, you.
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