Waffle is supposedly the size of a scallion this week. (14 inches tall!!)
So, we are at 26 weeks! Woooot!!!! (This is going by the first due date they gave me of December 20th. I refused to change it to December 22nd after the later ultrasound. Yay, optimism!) Also, he supposedly weighs almost 2 lbs. That's like 2 cans of chicken noodle soup!
Anyway, I was checking my baby info website and it had some interesting questions for me this week. I thought I'd share my answers with y'all:
More info to come as I find more and more interesting things on the internet! Pregnancy and childbirth make for a great combination of, "OMG did that really just happen??" and "Stop making me laugh before I pee!" I'm more than happy to share with anyone who's curious.
I feel like a teenager again.
I have not had this many mood swings since back in high school...and we all remember how those years went! My poor, poor family has to deal with my random rants and rages about absolutely nothing significant. I am HUNGRY, I am HOT, I am TIRED, I am I am IAMIAMIAMIAM....seriously, I want to knock myself out. Unfortunately for my beloved husband, he is almost always the target of my unhappiness of the moment. I literally wanted to throw something at him because we didn't have the right kind of butter in the house tonight. (As if I need to be eating more butter at this point...)
In my defense, I really am feeling as miserable as I am coming off. I am exhausted by every single thing I do during the day. And as easy as it was to just switch my sleep schedule from night to day before, it's just become an "OMG I NEED TO SLEEP ALL THE TIME OR I'M A RAGING BITCH" kind of thing. Poor, poor hubby. Lucky for him, I am sticking to a few of my normal personality traits. I have yet to burst into a pregnant, irrational shower of tears. I cry about once a year. I feel like I'm going to cry about 5 times a day right now...but I never actually manage to evolve my frustration into something physical.
I really need a new hobby that can level out these insane hormones. Before I rear-end the next slow driver in front of me on the road, or I punch a random stranger in the street for doing something annoying, or end up in jail...
I'd imagine that would be a bad way to kick off my 30th year, no?
Mother and wife by day, psych RN by night. So many different ways to view life. I try to take everything in and be very slow to judge.