Is it just me, or are other pregnant women on a rockin' rollercoaster ride of emotions?
This morning I felt fabulous, looked fabulous (bear with me) and walked fabulously in my heels on the way to work. Public transport did EVERYTHING in it's powers to mess with me today. Delayed, cancellations, and then overcrowding. I gave up and decided to work from home.
Pasta, custard creams, and a slice of bread later and I'm starting to feel a little rubbish about myself. A few technology hitches at home and a couple of glances in the mirror on my trips to the loo and I'm not the same woman who walked out of the door this morning - head held high, sexy and sassy. Now, I'm zipped in a hoodie, my hair looks like it's been involved in a catfight and my make up has miraculously slid off. WHAT THE?!
All of a sudden, the tears are pumping out of my eyes quicker than a Katie Price marriage. I'm feeling pretty pathetic... and it gets worse... an email pops through from the hub - he wants to watch the football with a few beers tonight. THAT'S IT. It's not like I can drink with him! Everything bad circulates my head and I'm blubbing... although 20 minutes later after offloading how crap I feel to the hub and the tears have dried up. The snotty tissues are in the bin and I'm re-applying my make up.
Do we just need to have a good cry? Is it pregnancy hormones? I should be feeling fabulous, but with a few skin issues, hair in need of a good cut and dressed in drab clothes and it's the end of the world. Please let the trains be running okay tomorrow!
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