Period started this morning. I went home from work early this afternoon, being pale grey with cramps and utterly unable to focus on work.
And now I am curled up in my armchair, watching the athletics, and, would you believe, crying, actually crying, because I’m not pregnant? If anyone else told me they’d gone home and cried on the first day of their period, I’d want to hug them and give them tea and chocolate and let them weep all over my shoulder. Why, then, am I berating myself for being pathetic?
I really don’t like myself very much today.