…I has it.
Earlier this week, my car got locked in the garage. The garage door broke, and my car was its hostage. These things happen, right? Wrong. If you’re pregnant and feeling just a tad bit emotional, this is less of a “s*** happens” situation, and more of a “the universe has turned against you and is going to come to a screeching halt” crisis.
I broke down crying.
More like sobbing.
I was quite hysterical, and while I was bawling my eyes out and managing to smear my recently applied makeup all over my blotchy, bloated face, I could hear the logical part of brain calling to me from somewhere in the distance: “Why are you crying?” “This isn’t a big deal….”
Let me tell you what- being aware of your sanity as it is overrun by those monsters called hormones is the worst. It’s a double hit. You’re not only going crazy, you’re aware you’re going crazy.
And yet I couldn't stop for a good 5 minutes.
As my mom has always said though, crying is the most efficient way of getting rid of excess hormones. Well, at least I’m efficient. Often.
I don’t know what’s worse though: the mood swings, or the fog that lies over your brain, rendering your memory/ thought processes useless.
Exhibit A. This morning I was blow drying my hair, when I started wondering “hmmmm, now did I actually wash my hair, or just get it wet….?” I quickly convinced myself that no one is dense enough to forget step 1 in a 2-step process, and told myself I must have used shampoo… even though I couldn’t remember the shower at all. But my hair gave me away as the day progressed. Lovely.
Ohhh well. Getting to our sweet little baby on the ultrasound yesterday made it more than worth it. My mom and the ultrasound tech thought our 24 week old bean looks like his/her daddy. What do you (my non-existent readers) think?
| I can't wait to meet you, my sweet baby |