So - pre-pregnancy, my friends have described me as an eternal optimist, positive to a fault, or just too damn cheery to deal with. As we round the corner into the last third of this roller coaster, that person that I have known for the last 30 years is nowhere to be found. I seem to have little to no control over my emotions at this point.
87 days to go!
Today, for example, everything just might make me cry. I am fluctuating between sadness (for no reason), frustration (for no reason), and a general dissatisfaction (you guessed it - for no reason).
I guess I'll take the crying over that whole 'angry as a rabid mongoose in a burlap sack being poked by a toddler with a stick'. Today could have just as easily been one of those days.
One of the hardest parts of this whole experience is explaining this to my husband. Bless his sweet heart, when he hears that I am having a problem or that something is not to my liking, his natural inclination is to FIX IT and FIX IT NOW. He always has a solution to the problem, no matter how big or small. Unfortunately, most of my problems at this point are not rational. (You see how easily I can admit that here? That ability escapes me about 96% of the time.)
So there you have it. I don't mean to be whiny - I am not digging for sympathy. I understand that THIS IS PREGNANCY, and I might just want to remember it one day.