Let me begin by saying that this is one of those irrational emotional rants. I just need to get it off my chest to someone who won't have the "she's just pregnant" attitude about it.
It's Saturday. Typically, what normally would have gone down in the books as a great one. The house is clean (as clean as it can be with a husband, a 15 year old, and a 9 year old traipsing in and out), the laundry is done, and both hubby and kiddos are off doing their own things. I have the afternoon by myself. Whew! Yay Mom! Except...I'm feeling so blue. I want to go get my nails done, maybe catch a movie, or go look for a book case to repurpose as an infant closet, BUT I don't want to get dressed to go do it and I'm uber embarrassed to go out looking like a prego bum. Sighs... Deep down I want my mom or sister or a friend to call or drop in, but I don't want to bother anyone by asking them to.
Hubby says to just chill and relax today, as he leaves to go work on a friend's boat, and all I hear is "none of us want to hang out you." Why are hormones so stupid? Even as I type this I"m laughing at myself.
The new plan: I'm going to pop in a workout video, sweat some of this out with Leandro (Brazil Butt Life - heavily modify), maybe create an online baby registry, and post some ISO pic of book cases on the yard sale sites.
Do you guys ever get this way? What are your quick fixes for a pity parties?
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