So it turns out today that I only had enough energy to get dressed for church, take these pictures, drive to church, sit down in sacrament for all of 10 minutes, and then have to leave because I was feeling miserable. Woe is the life of us girls during that time of the month.
{shirt: Hint of Vintage, skirt: thrifted, shoes: thrifted, belt: thrifted, earrings: F21}
Ok, I am going to go now. I feel like I am giving birth again. Only consolation is that I know it won't last 22 hours, and that Ibprofen should do the trick (prescription strength, that is).
