Kovixen

I have officially lost my mind. I read Snazzykat today, where she's talking about signs and how she keeps hearing the song Danny Boy. She never realized that it was about having a baby, and when I read the first line that she put on her entry, I started crying. Like sobbing all of a sudden. Just thinking about it made me start crying. Luckily Ellen and the Trump caught my attention, and I moved on rather quickly. But I'm a crying machine. Yesterday Peter and I had our first fight since I've been pregnant, and although I still think I was 100% correct, I took the whole thing way too seriously. Usually I take the lead in any fight I'm in (really, I don't think I've ever lost a verbal argument in my entire life), yet this time I freaked out and cried for an hour. I cried before he came home, after he came home, some more after that. I am now one big cryfest. It's so embarrassing. I should stop leaving the house.

Of course, right now I can't leave the house. Besides the damn nausea that is now a constant in my life, I am having "intestinal issues." Meaning there's no way I want to leave my precious bathroom. I was supposed to drive to RI to see my father and brother, but I just can't do it. I'm too afraid that I'll have an issue and be stuck without a bathroom or in a scary area trying to find one.

Last night I had this awesome dream where I was in law school, but a bad one so it was only for the summer. It was also like Big Brother and someone got kicked out of school every week. I was totally under the radar and was doing well. But then we had a challenge where we went into a store and had to break open all of their ceramic Halloween decorations to see if there was a chocolate inside. If there was, we had to collect them. The team that had the most won. We had them in a measuring cup, and we had a ton. I loved breaking them open, I would smash them as hard as I could against the shelf, and ceramic pieces would go flying everywhere. It was awesome.