I just don't feel right. Part of me is wishing it's cause I'm pregnant, but the other part of me thinks I'm not. I'm irritable, crampy, tired, and achy, I really hope I'm not sick. There's just no good explanation for how I'm feeling other than being knocked up, and it's too early to tell on a pee stick if I am. What a pain in my ass.
I'm too impatient for my own good. I know this, but I can't get past it.
I did, however, make quit the life statement to my mom last night. I flat out told her that I know that everyone else seems to think I'm nuts for wanting a baby so bad, and I've been letting everyone's opinions affect me, but...
I'M 29 YEARS OLD! I'm a fucking adult! Let me do what I want! It's not like I'm 16 and trying to get pregnant. I'm well beyond the scary oops years. We've been married 2 years (anniversary is 1 month from today) and we're finally on our feet, and things are going pretty well. We have our ups and downs, as every marriage does, but that's just life. And I'm tired of waiting around for other people to tell me that what I am doing is "right" or "wrong". Fuck 'em. I'm doing what I want. And what I want, at 29 years old, is to start a family. This is definately not a strange desire.
2WW, hurry up and end!