Alex woke up at 1:15 and I was the one up with him for the next 4 1/2 hours. Craig was nice enough to let me sleep when he got up at 6, so I did manage another hour and a half before getting up. But my mood is all over the place as a result of such little sleep.
Plus, it's been raining like mad since yesterday, and it's windy and dreary outside.
And for the first time since doing the journal, my weight went up instead of staying the same or going down this morning. Which when you're bordering on one of those ten-pound divisions puts you back over the top is depressing as hell. Even though (fingers crossed) that's usually the #1 sign that I'm about to start my period.
In the words of Alexander...
It feels like a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.