This week has been one emotional high and low after another. When I got pregnant, everyone told me to be ready for the emotional roller coaster of a lifetime. Over the last few months my friends and I have laughed at the things I have said or done thanks to little baby Mange and the hormone party he's co-hosted. But if I'm going to be really honest, it hasn't been that bad. I suppose I should qualify that by saying it hasn't been any more or less dramatic than I could make my life sound before I was pregnant.
Until this week. This week has completely worn me out. This morning, for the first time in MY ENTIRE LIFE I woke up and did not want to get out of bed. (I can hear my parents and husband
laughing because I'm notorious for not wanting to get up in the morning.) This morning I wanted to stay in bed, not because I needed a few extra minutes of sleep - though that certainly would have been nice, I didn't want to get out of bed because I just didn't feel like dealing with anyone or anything today. I'm typically one to slap a smile on my face, grit my teeth and tackle things as they fly at me but my complete and utter lack of desire to even put up even a small fight really, really pissed me off. I didn't even want to deal with the anger that was directed at my apathy. (I'm not sure it's possible to have feelings about being apathetic.)Today I finally understood what all of those well-meaning women meant when they told me my emotions would wreak havoc on my sanity.
Ugh. Just UGH.
But the eternal optimist in me, dark under-eye circles and all, pulled herself up by her bootstraps at approximately 11:12 am, plodded out of the dark corner she had been huddled in (hissing at people as they walked by) and managed to make an appearance.
The sun is shining, there was no traffic this morning, I arrived at work on time, I'm healthy, I scored a free sweatshirt and pair of jeans for the little guy today thanks to my $10 Kohls coupon, Matt will be home tomorrow night...
...and God is still good. No matter what I feel like in the morning.
3 comments:
We used disposables at first too. Newborns go to the bathroom ALL THE TIME (seriously, you will go through at least 2 40-packs in the first week) and it was really nice to not worry about washing diapers too. Lane started wearing them regularly when she was about 2 months...they didn't fit her very well until then since she was so small. They are great, though!
would it help if i came out to visit next weekend?
Oh, and by the way, sorry you had such an awful day!
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