I woke up way too late to compose a full post with pics — I finished the back of the vest, the cat condo came, I got a surprise gift (!) from a reader and my Etsy stuff has started trickling in — so that will have to wait for tomorrow. I will, however, update everyone later in this post as to how the sea monkeys' checkup goes today. Part of me is looking forward to it, part is fearing it, as I always do. Will they find something? What if...? I can't help but wait for the shoe to drop, so to speak. For the bad luck that I "know" I deserve to finally catch up with me.
I've been absolutely 1000000% dragging the past few days and can't figure out why. My back has been insanely painful, walking is a freaking joke, and my exhaustion doesn't seem to go away, regardless of how much sleep I'm getting. My nausea got so bad yesterday that I had to leave work early and have Mark meet me at home. I honestly feel as if I'm in my first tri all over again.
I compared my symptoms to some of the other Bellybeans over on the Weight Watchers' boards and noticed that I'm having A LOT of the same aches and pains as those who are past week 32.
It makes sense, I guess. They have 8-10 weeks to go and so do I.
