If you’re TTC, feel free to skip right over this, because I’m about to be ungrateful.
I FEEL LIKE CRAP.
My head hurts and Tylenol is a placibo.
My back hurts and Tylenol is a placibo.
I walk like a duck.
I climb stairs like someone who really needs to jump on the spaceship in the movie “Cacoon.”
My belly feels like I binged on something. Lots of something. But I didn’t. Oh, it looks like that, too.
And Tylenol is just a big fat lie.
I would love a margarita. Doc said I could have wine once a month, but I haven’t taken her up on it yet. I don’t know that I will. Another day like this and I probably will.
Thanks for listening. Sorry for whining.