Last night, I started to get a familiar feeling. It was a dull, achy feeling that started in my lower stomach and back. I knew when I woke up in the morning, I would be greeted by an old friend that hasn't necessarily been welcome in the past. Yes, it was my period. I never thought that I would be one to blog about my cycles, but here I am.
So, I started this morning. While it brings with it a sense of relief, it hit me so hard I didn't see it coming. I cried myself to sleep last night. I laid in bed for several hours, unable to sleep. I finally got up and read a book, then fell asleep for a few hours.
I was anxiously awaiting the start of a new cycle. I wanted to be able to move on to our new future; we get this first cycle out of the way, then wait two more, and finally can start trying again. While I met this arrival with tears and despair, I've now calmed down and I turn to the new countdown we've started...1 cycle down, 2 more to go, then BABY.
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