That's right. I'm sick of it... Actually I'm sick from it.
A few weeks ago I was down and out with the stomach flu... at least I'm pretty sure it was the stomach flu. However, I had something similar this weekend...?
The only thing these two have in common is this past week I fretted over all the new testing I had to set up for infertility (and the end of the school year as a teacher) and two weeks ago I did the same thing.
It gives me knots in my stomach just thinking about it.
Is it the money? No. There is a reason I have extra jobs. Is it the restrictions? No, discipline isn't easy, but it's doable. It might be that I am so freaked to put false hope into this. And not the kind of false hope like when your mind says "sure sure sure that bathing suit will look super cute on you in the dressing room lighting... especially since you've been working out like a champ for only 2 weeks" or "yah you cut out sugar, but this cookie is to celebrate a birthday and eating this is the only way that kid will know you appreciate them." It's so much more than all of that.
Hot dang. Who needs enemies when you got yourself.
