WOW is all I can say about this past week...I thought I was normally a pretty sane person who deals with things well - until the past few days. Let's blame it on the baby :)
I'm feeling good overall, the weather has really cooled down over the past few days (like from 110 to 103 now) and the humidity isnt as bad, so that helps me feel less swollen. But hubby has been working a crazy schedule (it's harder on me than it is on him, I think), and my own job has gotten quite busy. On top of this, we had a 911 situation at work that caused me to have to run out of the building screaming. Everything was ok in the end, after the smoke cleared. But I had no idea I could run so fast in heels with this baby attatched to me :) Later that day, I noticed that I had been feeling decreased baby movement the past day and a half, and hoped that it was a result of just being busy and not paying enough attention. But not 5 mins later after I mentioned it to hubs, the waterworks started. I felt like a leaky faucet and couldnt stop crying. I just couldnt help it. I didnt want my baby to be stressed or sick or anything and I felt like I had done something wrong. I left work so that I could just get myself back together and lay down, drink some juice, and do all the movement tests I had learned at childbirth class. She started moving again like normal, and even got the hiccups :) I think she must have moved positions because the kicks are more like rolling and pulsing now, and not in the same spot they have been ever since 17 weeks. My dream come true of a mother even came over and cooked my dinner and DID THE DISHES! Don't ask what I did to deserve it. But even better than that, she brought cookies for dessert. I love my family. They are so good to me.
This isn't all though. Saturday I cried like 3x because I told my husband he was being grumpy with me. He probably wasnt. It's the baby's fault.
Today on my way to work, I ran out of gas. NEVER in my life have I run out of gas. On a street that doesnt have a bike lane. So I was blocking the right lane with flashers on and NOT ONE PERSON stopped to help. I was outside of my car trying to call someone and the cars just drove around. Took all I had not to just cry and go home for the day. If hubs would have said anything when he pulled up, it woulda been OVER for me. But he didnt :)
Hopefully none of this is a peek into the my overall sanity for the remainder of motherhood. I'd like to say that I can get through a week without crying, nonetheless an upwards of 6 times!
Remember this hot bod? Yeah, me neither.