Ah, hormones.
Your attack on my emotional well-being has officially begun. I had my first full-on pregnancy break-down Tuesday night. It was about 1:15 a.m., I hadn't slept a wink (despite turning the lights off at 10), and I just couldn't stop the tears. The husband rolled over and asked me what was wrong (yes, the crying woke him up) and all I could say was "I'm just so tired!" He promptly got out of bed and covered up every single bit of light that was in the room - clocks, door cracks, etc. He even offered to stay awake until I fell asleep so his snoring wouldn't bother me. I very quickly calmed down, but just the thought of getting under 6 hours of sleep for the millionth night in a row was just too much for me at that moment. (Sadly, his angelic efforts to help didn't lead to sleep - I was down on the couch watching TV 30 minutes later. Only slept about 3 hours that night.)
Today, yet another hormonal ambush. I've almost cried at work twice so far, and it's only lunchtime. Once because I was being taught how to do something over the phone and I just became so overwhelmed. My pregnant brain processes things a lot sloooower now and I can barely keep up. And then again because I was being given yet another responsibility that falls under the "Crap No One Else Wants To Do" category. Man, I love my job. It's times like this that I want to say "Listen, I'm pregnant. Back off!" (Oh how I can't wait for that lovely day when I get to tell them I'm not coming back :) - panic will ensue!)
I feel like I've been relatively level-headed up until now. But if this week is any indication for what's to come, my emotions are in for a wild ride!
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