104 followers?! I could totally start a legitimate cult!
So. My mood swings are out. of. control.
I do NOT remember going through euphoric highs and I'm-gonna-shoot-everyone lows with my first pregnancy. I feel bad for everyone around me. Especially my husband because I really don't think he REALLY thinks that hormones have anything to do with my pregnancy insanity. I think he is certain he is destined to a life of wifey wacko-ness. Like, "This is it. She's nuts. I'm screwed."
I'm trying to tone it down and only go in public while I'm experiencing my manic episodes, but sometimes it just can't be avoided. And I act weird when I'm overly happy anyway. Soooooooo, Happy Father's Day, Troy? Have fun with the complete nut job that is one third of your family.
Felt really good today, however, and Avery totally wetting her pants to the point of annihilating her romper didn't faze me. Just strolled her right on into the bathroom and walked her out with only a diaper on. That's not true, she had a Dora sticker on her knee and one on her foot, but for the most part, she was letting it all hang out. Onlookers pointed and laughed at the absurdity of a completely unclothed toddler in a store while I really was totally unfazed by it. Truly. I even walked "out" the "in" door which normally would force me to utter at least one curse word under my breath, but I just kept smiling and slowly walked with my naked baby to my car as soccer moms in SUVs screeched in the parking as to not miss a sight of young stupid mother with her lil redneck baby. Because it makes them feel better about themselves.
If this had happened on the other side of my mood swing spectrum, the Target where this scene went down would either have been burned to the ground by now (caused by me) or someone, somewhere would be walking around with a black eye and/or broken face (also caused by me).
Just kinda interesting how one person could react to the same thing so differently.
I might be crazy.