Let’s talk about my boobs. And how they hurt. A LOT. And they’ve hurt for about a week and a half now. And I peed on a stick (took a home pregnancy test) on Saturday morning which resulted in a big fat negative (BFN) like I knew it would. I thought it would be an open initiation for AF (Aunt Flo) to come for a visit, but the biatch is still messing with me and doesn’t want to show up. Also, I’m an emotional wreck and I can’t think clearly (unless it’s about my recent Harry Potter obsession, of course!) and I’m really freakin tired! I’ve been really sulky and crabby and edgy for a week now, and I know my husband is getting REALLY sick of it….. and guess what?! So am I! (I almost threw a temper tantrum ala my 2 year old self because he didn’t stop to get me a shamrock shake at the exact moment I wanted him to.) (Those things must have crack or something in them. I think all of McDonald’s food has some kind of addictive substance in it. No joke.) (Can you believe I haven’t ever had a shamrock shake until this year? I’ve had 2 in the last week and I just can’t get enough of them!)
Also, Spring is starting to show itself. YAY! It was 60 and clear yesterday and today is supposed to be the same today. Let’s hope the Gray Season in Ohio is over!