I’m going stir crazy at work, waiting for the day to drag by, waiting for October 1, when I’ll know. Being at work seems to be worse than being anywhere else. Of course, being at work pretty much is worse than being anywhere else, anyway. Aside from the paycheck, which I very much appreciate.
I started feeling crampy 5dp3dt. (Well, really the night before, but if I count in 24 hour increments, then it’s 5 days.) I also had loose stool yesterday, which is usually a sign things didn’t work out, but it’s a bit early yet for that, so perhaps it was from the greasy spoon breakfast I ate that morning,
I feel like I pulled a muscle on the right side of my uterus in the wee hours of this morning. It’s still a bit sore.
Oh! Leggings! Somehow my waist has grown 3 inches in the past 2 weeks, and all my pants are very uncomfortable. I purchased three pairs of leggings and some longer tops, which are not quite long enough for my comfort, and I’ve been wearing them to work. I know leggings aren’t work wear, but I just don’t see buying new pants during the TWW.