Along with the baby's kicking, pregnancy emotions have set in. I've bawled twice today, and I don't see an end in sight. No, I can't tell you what either time was, because someone else would be incriminated, but, suffice it to say, that my extreme reaction to both incidents could only be attributed to pregnancy hormones.
I was told that the first trimester was the worst, but for me, it was a walk in the park regarding emotions. There was one Sunday I had a breakdown, but it was merely related to exhaustion (and a few other things) and not pregnancy.
But now, oh my word. I feel like I can't even leave the house lest some policeman take me to a psych ward for instability. Not to mention that I can't leave the house because I don't have gloves or shoes anymore.
Nevermind. I've had a nap today but it didn't help. Surely another few weeks will knock this 'pregnancy complication' into the dust as well.
I've been looking at Ilse's picture on the fridge; I think she looks like me.