I thought I remembered everything about pregnancy. I mean, after all, I was pregnant just over two years ago. I remembered being sick, I remembered getting huge, I remember every single detail of my labor and delivery. But somehow I'd forgotten, or blocked out, the hormonal / emotional roller coaster that is being a pregnant woman.
I will cry at ANYTHING. Those Fidelity commercials. All episodes of "A Baby Story". That article in Time magazine about Hillary Clinton. Just last night John got me a green twin Popsicle out of the freezer and broke it in half for me on the corner of the counter. My eyes welled up with tears because I couldn't believe he'd be so sweet as to do that for me.
At the same time, however, I've got a short fuse on my anger. Unfortunately, John gets the brunt of it. Of course. I remember last week actually yelling at John because he wasn't sick. I mean really, it's HIS baby too. The least he could do is be a little bit miserable. Here I am, throwing up every day, so nauseated I can barely move and he's feeling well enough to play racquetball! That bastard!
The good news is I'm lucky enough to have a husbad who loves me anyway. Despite my manic moods. Which, of course makes me cry.
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