Is there an influx of hormones in the 23rd week or something? I feel like I'm off my rocker.
Want to know what I've been doing all day? Scrubbing my floors. Like on my hands and knees with a bristle brush and toothbrush scrubbing. Ok so maybe people actually do that but I HATE cleaning. I seriously get more cleaning done when someone is coming over than I do just regular cleaning.
The other night Rich came home from work at midnight to find me scrubbing the oven.
WTF!?
I also feel a little manic the past few days. Like I could burst into tears at any moment, and I'm normally not like that, even while pregnant. Last night I drowned my sorrows in a tall glass of ice cold milk...and there were casualties. In the form of an entire bag of Lindt truffles. My Sees candy almost didn't make it but I've been holding on to that treasure for as long as I can, because I've been craving Sees this whole time and we don't have any near us. I kid you not, Rich found me passed out on the bed surrounded by Lindt wrappers. It was probably a sad sight.
I guess it doesn't help that the insurance company is stressing me out, and Braedan's surgery for his hernia is tomorrow morning.
Want to know what I've been doing all day? Scrubbing my floors. Like on my hands and knees with a bristle brush and toothbrush scrubbing. Ok so maybe people actually do that but I HATE cleaning. I seriously get more cleaning done when someone is coming over than I do just regular cleaning.
The other night Rich came home from work at midnight to find me scrubbing the oven.
WTF!?
I also feel a little manic the past few days. Like I could burst into tears at any moment, and I'm normally not like that, even while pregnant. Last night I drowned my sorrows in a tall glass of ice cold milk...and there were casualties. In the form of an entire bag of Lindt truffles. My Sees candy almost didn't make it but I've been holding on to that treasure for as long as I can, because I've been craving Sees this whole time and we don't have any near us. I kid you not, Rich found me passed out on the bed surrounded by Lindt wrappers. It was probably a sad sight.
I guess it doesn't help that the insurance company is stressing me out, and Braedan's surgery for his hernia is tomorrow morning.
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