My poor husband tries so hard to be patient with me, I know he does. Even when he does get irritated with me, I know he has absolutely every reason to be losing patience, but what is my reaction? Break down into tears. I love being pregnant, and I am counting seconds until I meet my little dude, but man, can this little side affect please find a nice corner to die in?
Last weekend I was fortunate enough to FINALLY get a girls night out. I came home feeling so good because I am now officially a hermit who rarely leaves her house, and a night out with the ladies was beyond needed. I told my husband about our great time, and then... the tears came. Do I know why? Not really... because my hormones think it's funny maybe? It's a long running joke between brain chemicals or something. Really though, don't even get me started on what this baby is doing to my appetite... I'm a raging emotional animal with a sandwich in each hand!
That is simply a taste of my new personality. I am a complete madwoman! Is there a cure for this? I think I should video document these final months of pregnancy, that way, when my sweet baby boy is a snotty teenager telling me how nuts I am, I will have the proof to show that it was he who has done this to me! Sweet blackmail!
