Can't Shake It

Still waiting on the cycle. And feeling uber-moody.

Last night, I cried while standing at the program at the temple Visitor's Center. I had just silently wished "Heavenly Father, I'd like a baby to bring here next year" and my eyes filled with tears.

Strange Christmas.

It was a good day. I giggled and laughed. But I spent a lot of time trying to control my anger, frustration, and hurt feelings over things that I'd normally be able to rationalize about and/or shake off.

Not so today. In fact, it's 2:47 the morning after Christmas and I'm still awake because M "ignored" me much of the day and because I'm hurt over my mom talking to my brother on the phone. What the . . . ?

At this point I'm hoping this cycle busts soon or I don't know what'll happen over at my place. Straight jacket, anyone?

~Nichole