This time around

Nothing to see here, folks.

Oh, sure. I'm exhausted and basically pass out as soon as Kali goes down for her afternoon nap. And yeah, there's a big honkin' zit on my chin. And I wake up so hungry that I feel like I could puke. But don't let it fool you, that's the progesterone talking.

It's so different this time around. I'm not sure if it's because the anxiety is gone (I'm pretty sure I'll get pregnant, at some point), or because I'm older and wiser (ha!), or because I know exactly how much progesterone fucks with me. But it's different. I'm not even thinking about the 2ww most of the time. I'm certainly not obsessing about possible pregnancy symptoms... yet. Maybe in a few days. Maybe once we hit 7 dpo and implantation could have potentially happened. But 4 dpo? Nope. If the egg fertilized, it's still floating around lazily, like an arts student during the summer after university.

Aw, look at me. I'm getting all poetic.

Anyhow, I'm off to wake Kali up. She stayed up (in her crib, in a dark room, with the white noise machine going) until ONE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING talking to herself. I have no idea why... but it can't happen again. Mummy needs her sleep. So I'm going to cruelly wrench her out of her bed, take her to the drop-in centre, and make her run around with the other kiddoes. Hopefully that will encourage some serious napping... and sleep begets sleep, right?