Sunday, February 14, 2010

Dear hormones,

I'm done with you. I feel like I should be admitted to the loony ward, because at this point I may be bipolar, or heck...even schizophrenic. The only plus side is that you have made my boobs enormous, not that I want them to be touched since they hurt so badly. My day is a constant roller coaster. I feel angry, scared, frustrated, crampy, terrified, aggrevated and annoyed, with intermittent glimmers of excitement and joy that are quickly crushed by the first feelings and crying, lots and lots of crying. I'm not hungry, but if I don't eat I get sick...and if I do eat I get sick...well, crap. Oh yeah...that's another side effect. And poor Ross, he can't seem to catch a break. I really try to be on my best behavior and bite my tongue, but I have NEVER felt like this in my life. We usually spend our days laughing like best friends, but right now all I want to do is scream! (and btw...he has been amazing and I have NO right or reason to be upset with him) It feels like the most intense, long lasting pms ever!!! I wasn't bridezilla, but man am I preg-zilla. Moms out there, please tell me there is hope.


ps: I'm sorry that this is such a gripe fest. It needs to get out.....


Leslie said...

ahh Kacie I feel for you.. it does end..its amazing how second trimester washes over you.

I read this post to Nick.. he chuckled and said.. you can do it Ross, you can do it.

I was looney too.. should I link you back to those posts.. so you know your not alone..

ohhh baby sites.
I have gobs...
making a list for you and sending it.

Lacey said...

Preg-zilla, hahaha, that is hilarious :) I'm laughing with you, not at you; don't be mad at me ;)