…watching the under dog win during the Olympics makes you cry. I mean “I-need-to-blow-my-nose” kind of crying.
…scrubbing the kitchen sink with three kinds of cleaners and four scrubbers doesn’t make your sink “smell clean enough.”
…you bump your head on a kitchen cabinet and want to throw a two-year-old style temper tantrum.
…your husband lovingly suggests that perhaps a different, less form-fitting outfit would be appropriate for the day and you disappear into the bathroom for 20 minutes to have a good, old-fashioned cry.
…same husband tries to make you feel better by offering to take you clothes shopping, albeit at a store known to sell clothing only for plus sizes (he didn’t realize it wasn’t a maternity clothing store), and you bite his head off for calling you “fat.”
…when you realize the need to apologize for losing your temper with your husband, it involves a lot of weeping and Kleenex and general mayhem.
My poor husband. I think he must be considering moving into the garage for the remainder of this pregnancy! I can’t say I blame him. Sometimes, I think I should move into the garage for the next month, so I can avoid these little emotional roller coasters. Then again, I’d probably end up crying about how beautiful the air compressor is or blame the table saw for my bad hair day.
Thank You, Lord, for a wonderful husband who keeps loving me through the daily ups and downs of being pregnant. Thank You for the miracle of this child. Help me to be in better control of my emotions and forgive me for the many times I’ve been completely out of control lately. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.