Yesterday I was in a major preggo funk. My alarm went off that morning and I thought I was being ninja kicked by a rhino. But I got up, showered and went to work. By 11am I couldn’t keep my eyes open, I couldn’t focus, and I was incredibly emotional. I had some sick time saved so I decided it was best if I just went home and slept.

So I went home and slept. And cried. And slept some more. I don’t know if I’ve ever done that! I just curled up on the couch, put on some movies and drifted in and out of sleep. I’m not an overly emotional person but yesterday you would have thought I’d been told Willy Wonka doesn’t exist. I cried at the stupid movies I watched, I cried when I looked at pictures of my hubbs  because I missed him, I cried because Roy didn’t want to snuggle, and then I had to tell my brother that I couldn’t come to his wedding in Israel because it was too soon after the baby was born so I cried then too. Emotional basketcase, party of one ready for her table!

I got to talk to Sam last night and was describing my symptoms and I said, “Man, I really hope I’m not getting sick.” And sweet husband who is wise and hilarious said, “Oh my gosh, you don’t think you’re pregnant do you!?!?”

So then I laughed and realized I wasn’t “sick” for needing a day to simply rest and be emotional.

Then I cried because I gave up candy for Lent and it would have been a perfect day to eat candy.