My life seems to be a sea of hormones these days. I'll just start out by saying that I cry a lot and that it results in buying myself lots of Sonic drinks and maybe a pair of new shoes...or two. I actually haven't bought shoes, but that is only because my daughter needs diapers and Jackson had to get a new pair for himself, but you probably didn't need to know that. It sounded better when you thought I was getting 2 new pairs of shoes. It sounded better to me too...
Saturday morning I woke up in a heap of despair. I felt huge with still 3 months to go and had tried on at least 4 different outfits that day that all looked terrible. I sat down on the bed crying and decided that I could in no way go until the end of January. The Lord knew what he was doing when he put Jason and I together because he calmly told me that life would be okay and that I looked beautiful. I still didn't see any of his point, but okay....keep going. My emotional breakdown must have touched a spot of sympathy in him (or fear) and he told me we were going out to buy me some maternity clothes that I would feel good in. I don't argue with a man that wants to buy me clothes. No matter what the purpose.
He's a great husband. I know he will be excited to have his wife back in 3 months. ;)
Isn't he handsome? This time in our lives has brought us closer than ever....even when I am a crazy, emotional, pregnant, swollen woman.
Some questions I've been pondering...
Why do pregnant women suffer from insomnia?
Why can't we have ice cream whenever we want to?
Why do I get acne like I'm 14 again?
Why do naps make you even meaner?
Why do I dream of these every night?
Okay, maybe that last question was totally made up.