Mercurial

Well I think I’ve finally reached what they call the “honeymoon phase” of pregnancy. I’m feeling less tired these days, my hair is shiny, my skin is actually glowing, and don’t get me started on my bosom. I’m so happy with my bosom right now (this isn’t something I’m used to saying, so please put up with it for the time being). I’m wearing lots of low-cut shirts to show it off, even at work. By the way, all of the maternity clothes are low-cut anyway. WTF? What if you don’t like to show your titties like I do?

While I’m feeling great physically, I’m much more emotionally volatile this time. I’m hell on wheels on the streetcar: don’t you dare stand in the doorway, loser. I was upset about something earlier in the week and woke up bawling at 4 am two mornings in a row. I’m testy at work, but I’m trying really, really hard not to let it show. McHotty’s bearing the brunt of my mood swings, but I’m trying really, really hard with him too. I do owe him a BJ though. He’s even added “get BJ” to his mile-long to do list. Unfortunately, I was a bitch and added “dream on” to the line below.

Anyone else find their emotions rockier the second time? Or maybe it’s just been so long I’ve forgotten.