Boy oh boy, what a few weeks it's been.
I have been wanting to blog so bad, but finding the time to say everything that I want to say has been extremely difficult. I mentioned a few weeks ago that I was taking off on a whirl wind tour for work, doing photographs for our new websites. And man, it's been tough. I've been traveling -- a lot -- and after a long day of taking hundreds of photos, I have pretty much been crashing in my hotel room as soon as I could.
Seriously. One night I went to bed at 7:30. It was glorious.
Of course, all of this paired with HORRIBLE luck when it comes to travling by air plane means that I'm ready for this portion of my life to be over. I'm gone all this week, home next week, gone the next, home for two weeks, gone a week, home for four days, gone for another four. That brings me to the end of June. It's a lot.
And of course, with the whole TTC thing, it's somewhat problematic. My company has been pretty good about letting me decide my own schedule, which has been nice. Obviously, i have no good news to share, as this round of F.emara was a big fat bust. AF decided to show up the night before mother's day, which was AWESOME in so many ways. I was awoken at 6:30 that morning by the worst cramps ever, which was really a great way to start was was already a shitty day.
I'm not exactly sure why I had such a hard time this weekend. We've been trying to have a baby for three and a half years. I've seen my share of Mother's Day holidays during that time. I'm going to guess that the wonderful hormones that come along with AF made me react a little harder this year. Either way, I spent a good part of Sunday crying and avoiding Facebook. I was never so happy to see a Sunday come to an end. It's just a shitty situation all around. I threw myself a nice little pity party, and now I'm moving on. End of story.
So that's that. I have so many other things to write about, but I will space them out! I will try my best to blog more this week. Promise!