I’m feeling a bit out of sorts. There’s nothing to really pinpoint, nothing really nagging at me to make me feel this way, or to give me a reason. It just is.
I suppose it could be the hormones. I go from grouchy, to angry, to bawling in the blink of an eye. I guess that’s to be expected. But I hate the instability of it all. I’m sure my husband does, too.
I’m a little bit achy all the time. I know it’s early, and there’s so much more coming my way. But right now, this constant achiness, along with my hips getting worse, is like water torture for me.
Yes, I’ll probably look back in 3 or 4 months and wish I were back in this place. But right now, it’s just grating. And maybe that’s contributing to my dissatisfaction with our place. It’s not big enough, there’s no room, and we have too much stuff! I’m impatient to get it in order so I can relax and not have to deal with it any more.
And maybe I’m just anxious about finding about the baby’s sex. I keep having appointments canceled, so I don’t want to get my hopes up that we’ll actually find out in this millenium (at least, until the birthin’ ).
Maybe it just is what it is. And that’s the part I hate most.