I owe this blog to my honey. I’ve come to the realization that I have been moody. Real moody. The hormonal changes are enough to make anyone feel like they’ve got a 9 month case of severe PMS. Compound that with an extra 30 pounds, clothes that don’t fit, shoes you can’t wear, and a lack of sleep and it’s a recipe that will test any expectant father’s patience.
Little things that usually wouldn’t bother me make me an emotional mess. In fact, I think I’ve cried more times in the last 32 weeks than I have in my adult life combined. Words make their way to my brain just fine, but then they get processed, an irrational response is generated, and before it can be edited or filtered, it’s causing a draw dropping reaction in the receiver. I’m sorry. I really can’t help it. I’m not sure how “babe, you need to get over a lane” is received as “you can’t drive for sh*t” but it happens!
So Sean, my love…I am sorry if I am moody and irritable! I’m sorry if my irrational crying spells are hard to deal with. I love you! And THANK YOU for putting up with me!
On a positive note, I’ve discovered that bending over while sneezing and slightly squatting reduces the chances that I’ll strain an ab muscle or leak urine.
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