So we forgot to get bananas, which I love in my cereal. I wake up, pour my cereal and instantly start to cry and between sobs stutter out: "there's...*sob*.... just ...no...*sob*...bananassssss".
Third trimester is killing me hormones wise lol. My husband has been wonderful (and kinda amused by it all), but man, it's crazy. I can't imagine feeling worse after she's born!
Re: I cried over a banana...you?
Needless to say I had to apologize for being a crazy person!!
(And he assured me he loved me, and that I was pretty, and he did hold my hand!)
I don't have many tearful moments, but I'm way more stubborn than what I used to be. It's a little frustrating when you know you shouldn't be as rigid in your decisions/thought process but can't help it. I'm stubborn, but pregnancy stubborn is a whole different level!
But I managed not to cry when literally HALF of my ice cream on a stick melted and felt on the floor. I wanted it so bad that I grabbed it and ate it. I am such a disgusting pregnant lady and very thankful for DH not seeing me!
I ate a sandwich Wednesday night because they told me to eat light, well Thursday morning comes around and they send in breakfast, 1 french toast, 2 slices of bacon, some oj and milk, I cried immediately because I was starving, cried through eating and drinking everything on the plate, then cried when I was telling my boyfriend because I told him I thought they wanted to kill me slowly.
We bought a new scale and when I took it out of the box the plastic it was in said "do not use if pregnant". I had a full blown sobbing melt down. As my husband is utterly confused, hugging me and trying to comfort me I start crying harder. He asks me what's wrong and through my sobs I utter "I have been farting all day long and I just can't help it...."
That was an all time low.
Not only did I cry watching her walk down the aisle, but also during my speech, and once on the drive home...allllll by myself.
But the kicker was that on Sunday, I stayed in bed to sleep and recover. I started crying because DH wasn't answering his phone when I would text or call him. The phone was dead but he was charging it. In the house. Where we both were. Not like I couldn't get up to yell for him or call his name...just too lazy/tired/sore.
As I made my way down the stairs, I just start sobbing...thinking about how alone I'll feel come baby time of he is ignoring his phone. Or it's dead. Or he's busy at work.
It was absurd.