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|Thu, 11-11-2010 - 10:58am|
This morning I was getting ready to go to the gym with DH and SS. Every time I looked in the mirror I had tunnelvision on my faults. A blemish here, short-dull hair, and I swear progesterone gives me backfat. DH saw the signs of me getting unhappy and asked what was wrong. I burst into tears. He sat me on his lap like a little kid, rocked me and listened to my self-hate diatribe, sniffles, and woe.
12dpo and barely hanging in there.