1. Emo Bev. First of all, I'm actually not quite hip or young enough to actually know what emo means, but I think it has something to do with being emotional. My niece talks about how people are emo when they are particularly sensitive, and since that is me to a tee right now, I'm going to go with it. Now we're not just talking a little bit... we're talking all out cobbing, crying jaunts at the silliest things on earth.
Case in point: church on Sunday. At the end of church there is communion, and people are welcome to go up to the from as they please, but there's usually about three songs and then they're done. So Rob and I are standing there and one song goes by, two songs, then we're halfway through the third and he hasn't even made a move to go to the front. So I say to him, "Do you want to go up now?" He replied "Do you?" Wrong answer. All I wanted to hear was "yes" or "no", so of course I threw an absolute FIT in the car because I didn't understand why he would ask me that!!? WHY would I ask him if he wanted to go up if I didn't want to, why could he not just say yes or no, why could he not just make the first move to go up there, why do I have to make EVERY SINGLE FRIGGIN DECISION UNDER THE FREAKING SUN!!!! Then, as I'm driving down the road I totally lose it. I mean tears streaming down my face. OVER THIS! Irrational much? Poor, poor Rob is looking at my like I've grown a third head. He doesn't know what to do with this crazy person, I've always been a little bit crazy (refer to crazy Clomid Bev entries), but this is bordering on insane. I felt completely stupid but I just couldn't stop. Especially when the waterworks started, they just kept going and going. It was a rough day Sunday. I also broke down again because I was so tired I didn't know how I was going to do the laundry and clean the house. So I sat on the couch and sobbed "Thhe...ho-ou-ou-se...issss...so-uh-uh...diiiirtyeeee" ::sniffle sob sniffle sob:: I have turned into a crazy ball of hormonal mess!
2. Falling asleep at work. I find myself so tired that I start thinking, "Hmmm, I bet I could just close my eyes really quickly and no one will notice. Go ahead, just lay your head down right there next to the computer monitor. Just for a minute." So tempting!
3. Hello nipples! Now this part is probably way TMI but I've always had very nice, small, light pink nipples, they're pretty good looking if I do say so myself. Now? Welcome ugly tan colored nipples. And they look bigger...way bigger! Damn it! The boobs are supposed to get bigger, not the nipples! Who wants nipples the size of tea saucers if the actual boobs are only the side of, say, salad plates? Ridiculous! I'm sure this is way more information that some of you want to know, especially those that know me personally (sorry Linds and Meg!) but I have to keep it real, you know?
So that is it for now. My new pregnancy gifts that I am gladly accepting-- tears, tiredness, big brown nipples and all.
"Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. And today? Today is a gift. That's why we call it the present. "