Ugh

My fiancé bought me a heating pad, due to the severe level of bullshittery that is happening in my uterus right now -Michael Myers is wrecking my insides and not in the fun way.

But this thing is soft, has a timer and shuts off it gets too hot. Six levels of roasting power.

TMI, I know.

I'm frustrated and stressed. I apologize.

Venting helps and I'm just trying my best not to throw myself into a wall.