9 dpo and I'm bloated and nauseated... I would be excited about almost losing my pizza (I may see it yet, I still feel sick as a dog) if it didn't happen every single month. I refuse to be excited about feeling like crap. I refuse to get my hopes up only to be crushed.
Who am I kidding? I can't help but get my hopes up... I hate this.
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