This morning I wanted to wear my khakis. I put on my white shirt, put on my khakis, then put on my green cardigan. Jon complimented how great my butt looked. A few moments later he said, "Oh I'm sorry, I may have shrunk those."
I replied "No, I'm just getting fat, it's not your fault." and the more I looked at the mirror, the more I hated what I saw. I threw them off, tried on about 5 different pairs of pants/shirt/cardigan combinations, and was so frustrated with life in general. After getting in the car 5 minutes late to work, we talked about what happened and I said it was hard to go from "your butt looks great" to "those don't fit" - he said it was because they were so tight and because I looked so good that he thought they shrunk, he didn't think I was getting fat. I forget that although Jonathan likes to see my butt in clothes, he is very concious about other people seeing it. I mean, there's only so much I can do to hide this badonkadonk, but I'm going to do my best to keep my weight in control so my clothes aren't hoochie tight.
So yes, I am very bloated today which means I am likely getting my period soon. It's already been 29 days since the first day of my last period. We'll see if this one will get my hopes up and be super late like the other ones.