This pretty much sums up how I felt yesterday: dark, broody, bloated and grumpy.
Oh, and throw in nauseated and seasicky. Without the sea.
I don't know what it was or how I got it, but I left work early, crashed on the couch, slept 12 hours through the night, could barely pull myself out of bed to choke down a banana for breakfast and email work to tell them I felt like a truck had hit me, went back to bed till 1pm, checked work emails to make sure the sky wasn't falling, went back to bed till 6pm, gave in and swallowed a Panadol, waited 20 mins for it to kick in and then tried to make myself dinner that wasn't likely to do an encore in the toilet bowl.
And that's a whole day gone. GONE! What an utter waste of 24 hours.
Thankfully whatever it is, it's gone and I hope it NEVER RETURNS.
And no, not pregnant. Sooooo not pregnant.
But in other news, it's our 3rd wedding anniversary! \(^0^)/