I am not a weepy person. I don't cry very often. However, I have somehow transformed into a complete emotional basketcase. For some strange reason, I now cry at the drop of a hat. I am kind of disturbed by my newfound emotional state.
Since becoming pregnant, I have probably cried at least 639 times. I cried after getting a HUGE doctor bill. I cried after arguing with the insurance company (on multiple occassions). I cried when I could not schedule an appointment with a doctor at my new ob/gyn office. Basically, I have cried over something trivial at least once a week for the past 5 months.
However, this weekend's emotional outbrust really takes the cake. It all started Saturday afternoon. I have been having some near-fainting episodes (with dizziness and loss of vision), so John has been trying to help out more around the house. Saturday morning, he agreed to do the laundry, which was wonderful.
Before continuing this story, I have to mention that my pregnancy warobe is very small. I was pregnant with Porgie during the winter and spring, so the majority of my maternity clothes are jeans and long-sleeve shirts. Of course, I can't wear winter clothing during the summer. Trying to be fisically responsible, I have only purchased two pair of maternity capris, and about 4 maternity shirts. I know, I know - I need more clothing. I find myself washing my capris multiple times per week. Its ridiculous.
So, Saturday morning I folded up my outfit for the day and sat it on the bed. However, I have a little girl who likes to toss everything on the floor. When I wasn't looking, Porgie threw my clothes on the floor. John then came behind her and put them in the dirty clothes hamper. A few hours later, I went to get dressed. I couldn't find my ONLY clean maternity outfit. When I asked John where they were, he informed me that they were in the washing machine.
I know this sound completely insane, but I totally lost my shit. I started crying. I was crying hysterically because I didn't have any clothes to wear to the grocery store. Yes, I am a nut case.
After the episode was over, I felt like a total jackass. What the hell is wrong with me?