My poor husband. He got quite a handful last night. First, I completely freaked out when he got home 20 minutes late for my PIO shot, convinced that if we delayed at all I would immediately get my period. After the shot, I basically melted down and had an epic cry, complete with choking sounds and rivulets of snot pouring down my face. We're not going to be pregnant, it's not fair, it's so easy for everyone else, I'm so fat, I'm probably getting my period even as we speak, blah blah blah. Then to top it all off, at dinner I wouldn't let him have any guacamole, since there really was only enough for one person.
One very sniffly and bitchy person.
The bitchitude leads me further down the road of believing I'm about to get my period. Can you tell I'm a bit obsessed with my period? The good news is that I'm probably clocking a mile a day to and from the bathroom (my office has long halls). The bad news is that, well, I'm a bitch.