It's over. The cycle that could officially ended this morning.
These last few days I had a feeling it would. The cramping I was feeling was just too familiar. So these last few days when it's really hit me that this wasn't working I've been crying my heart out. On the floor of the bathroom sobbing.
So this morning when I got up and I hadn't started I felt a tiny bloom of hope because if I was going to start today would be the day officially confirming that I consistently have a 16 day luteal phase.
So to start while I was peeing on a pregnancy test... I can only assume that Mother Nature is one HUGE effing bitch.
To top it all off I have come to realize that I am one of those women who invent pregnancy symptoms and convinces herself she's knocked up. Yep, I'm that kind of special crazy.
So tomorrow I will think about a new cycle. Today I will, once again, grieve for what I never had.