Hormones are a Bitch!

I am not one of those pregnant women who do pregnancy with such grace and poise that I make being pregnant look like a wonderful occasion.  I don't feel beautiful, and I don't feel like I have a "glow" about me.  In fact, I feel the opposite.  By my 25th week, maybe sooner, I will feel hijacked.  Now, don't get me wrong...I love the fact that I am going to have a baby, and I can hardly contain my excitement about it, but I would rather be pregnant for 4 weeks instead of 40.  Nausea, hunger, weight gain, sore boobs, back, legs and feet aren't really my cup of tea.  Mostly, my unbelievable mood swings aren't my cup of tea either.  I am sometimes shocked at my insane reactions to the smallest of things....and it has me questioning myself and my thinking...and with that questioning, I find my reaction somehow justifiable, which in turn has me questioning my justifications...you get the idea.  It's freakin' crazy!  With that being said, please please please be aware...I am extremely hormonal, emotional and sensitive.  I have the propensity to bite your head off one second, spit it back out, try to put it back on, and hug you as soon as I am done....crying uncontrollably throughout.  Nuff bout that.

This was a justifiable reason to cry today:

Yes, I cried.  My baby girl is growing up so fast.  It's frightening.  I cannot believe that she is at prom right now as I am writing this blog.  I am proud of her....and I think she has herself a good cowboy.  I may be biased but I think she is absolutely gorgeous.

Strange Dreams

Since being pregnant, I have found myself waking up in the middle of the night just drenched in sweat, I have also woken up thinking, WOW!  That was a crazy dream.....

So,  this dream.  Colin and I were on our way to our first appointment with Dr. Zweig, and for some reason when we got taken into the exam room, there was a full size bed that the Dr. and the nurse were  putting sheets on.  They were very pretty sheets, I would say 1000 thread count Egyptian cotton...and I thought to myself, ...how luxurious.  Then the Dr. smelled the sheets, and gave the nurse a look of disgust, as though the sheets were dirty.  Now we all know how dreams go...all of a sudden I had the urge to use the restroom, and Colin walked with me to the closest restaurant with a restroom.  This is where things get weird...  The toilets were in the middle of the restaurant, no walls.  Just free standing toilets, with a curtain hanging from the ceiling that circled around the toilet.  Nobody could see you doing your business, but everybody knew you were in there doing it, separated by a thin piece of fabric hanging from the ceiling. I am pregnant, and I had to pee, so to hell with it!  I peed!  When I was done with my business I decided to peek my head from the curtain to greet all of the patrons of the restaurant.  All of a sudden, I was sitting in a parking lot waiting on Creeds baseball tournament to be over, and stressing out that we left Dr. Zweigs office to use the restroom and now 5 hours later we are at a tournament.  THIS DR. IS GOING TO BE PISSED!!!!!!  


The 7:30 alarm rang for about 5 minutes until I finally asked Colin if he was going to get out of bed.   I went straight to the restroom and realized that my shirt was completely soaked around the collar with sweat.    Glad I didn't pee the bed.

Warm Fuzzies

I was just checking out chalk drawings on Flickr, and I got the warm fuzzies looking at them.  They are all beautiful.  I really wish I was this creative........