I went to the doctor today, and as if you really wanted to know anything about my uterus... let's just say I'm "progressing" pretty well on my own. I'm exactly 14 days away from my due date and my body is telling me that the end of my pregnancy is drawing near. Hannah is sitting really low and is pretty much ready for her birthday... as am I! I'll be as patient as possible until my due date - after all, it's not bad for her to go full term - but this baby's getting the boot on April 9! Other than that, I'm feeling mild contractions, as if my body's warming up for the big day.
My FAVORITE part about it all is being unable to manage how the hormones and tiredness affect my emotions. (Note the sarcasm.) And I've only had a few bouts of craziness, so I don't think anyone would really say I've been one of those insanely emotional pregnant ladies... hopefully! But today over lunch, Chris said something that made me emotional - nothing extreme like anger or sadness or happiness for that matter, just emotional - and all of the sudden I could not contain the tears welling up in my eyes in the middle of the restaurant. Thankfully, Don Juan's (holla!) was slow at the moment because I'm pretty sure I made Chris look like a creep in the middle of one of Tyler's busiest lunch spots, so thankfully no one was there to see what appeared to be some big guy making a little preggy girl cry... because he didn't. The hormones made me do it. And to make matters worse, there's no control. I can't convey that enough. I can't stop crying to the point that eventually I just start to laugh because it's ridiculous!
Anyway, I'm ready to have my sanity back... does that ever happen? I'm just so grateful I have an amazing husband who sees the absurdity for what it is and can laugh with me... or at me. :)
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