I came to the conclusion a long time ago that it was healthy to be able to laugh at yourself, which brings me to my latest blog post:

It all started last night. Sean and I are laying in bed, and he started poking my arm with his finger, just to goof around. Usually, we have silly little games we always play to make each other laugh, and this was suppose to be one of them. Well, out of nowhere I just started bawling. And then I started laughing. And then I was bawling and laughing at the same time. The look on Sean’s face was priceless as he says, “Ummm, I don’t know what I’m suppose to do right now.” Poor guy… I couldn’t answer him between crying and laughing so much. So, he buried his face in the sheets so that I wouldn’t see him laughing. haha - I guess the hormone craze isn’t close to being over yet.

Then, I woke up knowing our power was going to be turned off between 9 - 11 this morning. So, I get through my daily morning routine and head downstairs for breakfast. And that’s when it all started all over again. Reo is in the basement completely losing all sense in his crate. So, I ignore him, not wanting to encourage his bad behavior, and took care of feeding Tucker and put him in his crate. Then, the power goes out. (Note: The smoke detectors always beep when the power goes out.) Well apparently, Reo is having some mental issues, and they seem to be getting worse because the beeping causes him to start throwing himself against his crate trying to escape. The crate was literally rocking. We knew he had neurological problems, but good grief! This was on a whole new level. So, I pulled out the sedatives the vet gave me and gave him two of them, so he wouldn’t hurt himself.

I called Sean and asked, “What do I do?” I was getting to be emotional at this point, Reo was completely freaking out, and Sean is at work probably thinking we’re all nuts. So, he tells me to take Reo out of his crate so he doesn’t get hurt. So then, Tucker starts whining because he wanted out too. Well, Tucker getting upset for being such a good dog this morning really set me over the edge. I mean, here I have one dog wigging out and getting his way over bad behavior, and then I have the other dog being obedient and having to stay in his crate, which I’m sure is not his first choice. And there I am in tears in my own house over two dogs.

I decided the best solution at this point was for me to leave. Shoe shopping would surely cure my bad morning and emotional drama, right? Well, I forgot the power was off, I get in my car to leave, and the garage door doesn’t work. Usually this would not be a big issue, but after my morning and with my hormones already pumped up to the max, I angrily called Sean not knowing how to get out of my garage. He calmly tells me how to open the garage door manually, and I took off. Keep in mind that this all happened in a two-hour period of time!

Anyways, it was nothing a long drive and shoe shopping couldn’t fix. I got two nice pair of slide-on shoes, which is a necessity because my belly is already getting in the way of things like shaving my legs, putting on my socks and tying my shoes. So, I was very excited to get one pair of casual and one pair of dressy SLIDE ON shoes. Then, I started having some ligament pain. I guess the baby is really going through a growth spurt this week, and I had to come home and rest.

My husband deserves a lot of credit dealing with a crazy woman once or twice a week. Thank goodness it’s not more than that! It seems that I’ll have one really good day, a few OK days, and then one really bad day. We’re glad we are almost to the half-way mark of this pregnancy. My “elders” always tell me not to rush things and enjoy the experience while it lasts, but this hormone thing is not something we’re enjoying too much - haha. HELP!