Ugh

I hate cramps. I hate even more when they are the kind that give you hope. Bastards.

My temp took a nosedive this morning. I almost cried (almost). But I also slept like hell last night (not bad enough to be sleep deprived, but still pretty bad). My pillow was also wet, so I was drooling which means my mouth was open. Either that or I am grasping at straws. It's probably the latter. I would love to have a definite answer. Soon enough I will. Soon enough.