I’m currently hiding in the restroom at a wedding.
I am not coping very well. I suppose that’s obvious, right? I mean who updates their blog at a wedding?!
How did I get here? How did this become my life?
There’s a pregnant lady at our table. She’s knocking back glass after glass of champagne.
I swear it’s taking everything I have within me not to stand up and punch the champagne flute out of her hand.
She is at our table getting drunk, and I am hiding in a toilet cubicle with terrible period cramps absolutely miserable because our last cycle of fertility treatment failed.
This is a new low for me.