I felt as if I had no sleep last night. I couldn’t fall asleep or stay asleep. When my alarm went off I cursed myself and rolled out of bed fifteen minutes later. Disappointment and my period came with a vengeance, all I wanted to do was go right back to bed.

Yet, I drug myself outside and forced myself to go to the gym. V is sick, so I ran on the treadmill for forty minutes. I made it 3.15 miles which is the longest I’ve ever ran on a treadmill. I’m proud I did at least something, but I feel it in my ankles now.

I had a dream that I was pregnant, it was a girl. (Oh the irony, right?) it was so intense. I had a dream that I wasn’t feeling well, I told my mom and she suggested that I take a pregnancy test, which came back positive. I was so happy in my dream and we celebrated. Then my pregnancy went by so fast and I had a girl.

I’m trying not to get down about it, but sometimes it’s hard. No one ever prepared me for this. Sex education made it seem like it was easy to conceive. I guess being an adult, and not wanting to have kids until now, I never truly gave it much thought. But these next two weeks are going to be a bitch waiting for ovulation.

Anyways, it’s Monday and I am hoping that I have enough emails, text messages, and phone calls to get me through the day.