First of all, I want to apologize to my non-mom friends - I know all that I’ve been writing about is pregnancy but that’s pretty much all I’ve been thinking about. I also know I’ve turned into one of “those friends” that doesn’t talk about much more than her kids. So sorry…I’d like to say it’ll get better in a month or so but then I’ll be so excited about my girls….
(Just wanted to let you know that I know I write about nothing else!)
So the nightmarish combo confession begins…
The last few days have been the most hormonal [weepy, emotional] that I’ve been in either pregnancy. This has been combined with having bursts of energy and then complete lulls on energy AND a literal insane drive to “nest” and get things ready. In all seriousness, I burst into tears after we spent the evening running errands trying to check things off our “list”, was not able to get any of it done and came home to a messy living room.
That was not to top yesterday’s outburst. I, also, had a weeping spell because we tried to rearrange the girls’ room, Daniel liked it and I didn’t. I was so upset because he “messed up” the one room that was perfect and ready. He calmly replied, “It can all be fixed in 30 seconds” (which it was).
As I am writing this I am laughing at myself. Daniel is handling this all pretty well since I openly admit that I am aware I am acting “crazy” and doing my best to not do so. But hopefully I’ll continue to receive grace since as Dr. Cox of Scrubs commented the other night, “Pregnancy is the one time a woman is allowed to act crazy!”









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