Over the last few weeks, my moods have been VERY unpredictable. Seeming fine one moment, absolutley wanting to rip someone’s face off the next. I think some of it is to do with being very very slack with taking my BC pill, some of it is boredom, and the remainder is having my spare room filled with baby goods to donate for this year’s August 19th, Day of Hope drive. I think a lot of this funk is to do with the desire to have a baby. And to not be able to have one.

I feel fat, my hair is not getting any better with it falling out ( at least it’s not getting worse I suppose), my skin is freaking out, I’m tired. I’m broke.

I just feel blllaaahhhh.

Its horrible.

I hate these days.