11 Weeks

Seriously, y'all? 11 weeks. Wow. I'm only a week away from my second trimester! Things have begun to level off. The morning/afternoon/night sickness isn't as bad, in fact it's been a good week and a half since I was sick last! The tiredness isn't so bad, however, it hits me around 8:45 or 9:00pm like a freight train, and I'm out cold by 10:00. However, these god-awful horomones have kicked in, and I feel like an emotional basketcase.

Last night, I cried harder than I've cried in a long time, over something silly, and then it just turned into this huge, "I-hate-myself-I'm-so-fat-and-pregnant-and-I-don't-make-you-happy-and-there's-no-way-you-love-my-big-fat-pregnant-self-because-did-I-metion-I'm-huge" sobfest. My patient husband just held me and told me he did love me, and I wasn't fat, and that I do make him happy, which settled things for a while. Then this morning, again with the sobfest, only... looking back, I have to laugh. Forrest is not a morning person. He never has been. He can get up early, get ready, get dressed, etc. but talking to him in the morning, cuddling in the morning, are not good ideas. So, forgetting 14 months of experience in dealing with the morning grumpiness, I rolled over this morning to cuddle. Which of course, prompted grunts, groanings, and pushing away. See, I just don't learn! BUT! He decided to be kind, and quickly apologized, pulled me close, and cuddled for a little bit. Then I had to actually get up to get ready. I found my wonderful stretchy pants, put them on, and then went to the closet to pick a shirt out. I picked the shirt out, which was a green 3/4 sleeve polo shirt. I went to pull it over my head, and my head wouldn't go through the hole. Now... a normal person would remove the shirt, unbutton that top button, and try again. But me? I sat there for 5 minutes trying to get the button undone. So, you can imagine Forrest's surprise, when he rolls over to see what's going on, and his wife is standing there, arms flailing about, and her head stuck halfway through the neck of her shirt. He laughed (I would have too), and I proceeded to sob hysterically. Thankfully, he got up, unbuttoned the top button for me, and held me while I cried for no reason. Thankfully, I feel much better now, and can look a this morning and laugh. So be nice to me today... because I may break out in hysterics for no particular reason