An announcement

I know I abandoned you guys...again. (I wrote this post and the next two a while ago, but I saved them to publish after I made my announcement).

Ok, but I've got so much stuff going on right now.  Stuff I have to talk about.

So, I'm going to just talk about it here, and if you guys feel like popping over to read, that's great.  If not, I totally understand.  Go with your gut.  I'm clearly a flaky blogger.

Anyway, my main concern of late is that I'm going batshit crazy.

What's new, right?  Well, this is not just my normal neurosis.  This is me going truly bonkers.

Why?

Oh, because I'm pregnant.  (Thank you if you said "congratulations", and bless your soul if you said "you poor thing.")

Yes, I'm once again on the roller coaster of emotion that is pregnancy, and I hate it now as much as I hated it the last two times.  (Yes, yes, it's all worth it in the end, but put a sock in that for right now because I don't want to hear it, okay?)

I cry as often as humanly possible.  Big weepy sobs of woe.  If I'm not crying, I'm ranting.  With steam coming from my ears and laser rays of death shooting from my eyes.  If I'm not crying and/or ranting, I'm gushing.  Gooey, over-the-top gushes of love and emotion for my son or my husband or a milkshake.  Sometimes one emotion barrels right into the next before I can even catch my breath.  It's all very exhausting.

And let me say that being pregnant and having a two-year-old is ridiculous.  The child has so many needs, and when you pair the needs with the wants, it's a never ending loop of fetching something or cooking something or cleaning something or wiping up a bodily fluid.  

So, all the time I spent napping and reading pregnancy blogs and shopping for onesies while I was pregnant with him, I spend, you know, taking care of him while being pregnant with this one.  And I'm doing all of that while crying or ranting or gushing and while being horrendously nauseous and sinus-congestedy and sleepy. (Update: The nausea disappeared.  Just vanished.  It's been replaced by really awful heartburn though, if that makes you feel better).

Therefore, I'm batshit crazy, and I feel sorry for the people who have to live or work with or near me.  

I'm sorry, people.  Maybe the second trimester will bring less crazy.