I believe I had my first pregnancy-hormone-fueled emotional breakdown today.
Also, I would like to strongly suggest to the publishers of What to Expect When You're Expecting (the book, not the sad excuse for a movie) that it should only come in kindle format with each month's chapter being password protected. You should be gently forewarned by a medical professional before reading your near future. A nervous first time mom to be should really not be allowed to read ahead in that book! You think that you'll just browse the next chapter or two, and before you know it you're 500 pages in and scared of things you didn't even know your body could do.
I mean, the smelling things you don't normally smell, the constant tiredness, the frequent runs to the bathroom- all these arn't do bad. Especially when compared to the declining lack of control over your own body that is soon to follow. It truly is frightening.
I'm not very far along; my first OB-GYN appointment is in just over a week. Regardless, I am already allowing myself to indulge in ice cream, as well as apparently strong experiencing floods of emotion. Similarly, I'm not so sure what all the fuss was about, not that it's over. Stephen will be amazing with kids (and is already great with me and my crazy emotions), our families are already excited, and I have nine months to get used to the whole idea.
Well, just under 9 months. Which currently seems both too long, and not long enough.
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