Life's cruel joke...

AF decided to show up a bit earlier then I assumed, which isn't bad but of course it makes the weekend bite a little. But that's not the cruelest joke played on me today... we go out to a farmer's market and sit down with our meal next to two couples, one has a three month old (which is what I would've had if I didn't miscarry #2) and one was pregnant and must have her gender ultrasound (where I would have been passed if I didn't have miscarriage #3) so they were going on chatting away with each other about everything pregnancy and baby wise . I wanted to cry. And then of course a very pregnant and ready to pop lady walked right by me, which of course when you're sitting down means a belly bump in your face.

It's great for them, but just a reminder of that I'm on my period instead of where they are. I hate periods, but they're a blessing in disguise. I just want to go without the discomfort of feeling cramps and, well, bleeding. I'd love to be in a pregnant ladies shoes - even if it meant the shoes were covered from puking too much.