While I feel sane most of the times these days, there are definitely moments where I step back and think "whoa!" I know that my hormones are going crazy, but that doesn't mean that I realize when they're taking control. There have been many nights that I've laid in bed with Brian and simply said, "Sorry if I was a little nuts earlier." I figure it's a safe bet and better to cover my bases :)
The most frustrating thing with my mood swings is that I don't realize it's happening until it's too late. I'll already be yelling about something or broken down in tears by the time I can step outside myself for a moment and ask, "what the heck is going on?!"
Is the fact that we couldn't agree on a movie to watch really the end of the world? Did the dogs deserve to get screamed at because I didn't wipe their paws off well enough to avoid getting black paw prints all over the dining room carpet?
Apparently so, according to pregnant Dorothy.
I'm hoping the more I talk about the mood swings the more I'll be able to recognize them or even (dare I say it?) ... control them. If not, I'm grateful Brian is such an understanding husband. And to everyone else, my apologies in advance!
well at least you have an excuse to act crazy! what's mine? :-) hugs and kisses to the peach! xoxo
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