This week has been like the worst PMS I’ve ever had. Of course I’m hoping it’s NOT PMS, but rather the birthday sex coming home to roost, but I’m going to wait until Monday to find out. I haven’t been this cranky, tired, and hungry for such an extended period of time (a week!!!) since adolescence. Sucks that it’s on my spring break, too.
Brought a lot of work home with me; it’s mostly getting done. Freaking out about the amount of work that must get done before the end of the semester. Freaking out that my stress levels are probably depressing my progesterone even more.
I’m going to try to take a nap.