Moody, much?
They shot me full of hormones today, the kind that make my body think I'm pregnant in order to prevent pregnancy. Yay for access to birthcontrol. Unfortunately this has thrown my emotions out the window and into traffic to be ran over a couple thousand times. The result has been tears, then elation, then anger, then more tears, then panic, then tears... Understandably, Nick is hiding in the corner like a scared puppy. Not really, but I wouldn't blame him. Earlier, I bawled when he offered to cook me dinner (my reason: I had just done all the dishes). He's tougher than I give him credit for.
Fake pregnancy sucks.
Fake pregnancy sucks.