Just a rant.. or a random post.. before I forget that I was thinking about it or cry.

I have really, really, really enjoyed being pregnant. Seriously. I'm not joking or being sarcastic. I have been so lucky to be yucky-symptom-free for literally the entire pregnancy. Yeah, some pelvic discomfort this week and sometimes a pain in lower back/butt cheek, but that's to be expected. There is a human child residing in my uterus. I can deal with that. 

What I can't deal with is how my emotions are all out of whack. Like, weird. Example? I went to go see The Heat and it was hilarious but then I found myself crying at some of the more serious parts. People are wiping tears from laughing so hard and I'm like, why doesn't anyone else think this is sad?!? Then the fact that Jeff didn't mix up the extra butter in the popcorn bag, leaving the bottom dry, was a real disappointment, too. I mean, I was still getting over the fact that he was making us share since last time I accidentally ordered us two ginormous-sized popcorns and we had enough popcorn to feed every movie-goer in the room. Neither here nor there but my emotions are surprising me. I figured I'd be a bigger mess during the Sarah McLaughlin animal commercials but not actually lose it during the Budweiser clydesdale commercial. As in, I need a minute to pull it together lose it.

Anyway, this week has not been going as expected. At all. I'm working part-time right now for the summer. Teaching summer school. Everyone said, Oh you're crazy! why would you do that this summer? Have you lost your mind? Truth is, I did lose my mind sometime after peeing on a stick in January but I am so sick of listening to people try to tell me what I should and shouldn't be doing with my pregnant self this summer, so I ignored them. Well, I should have listened. Summer school is stressing me out. Abnormally so. The kids hate it, I hate it, I'm pretty sure they hate me for making them work. I hate me for making them work. The curriculum is SO scripted. It's not fun. I'm also 99% sure I'm over reacting due to my pregnancy hormones, but it is what it is. My only relief is coming home around lunch time to my pup and my air-conditioned house. Well.... you know where this is going.

Yesterday I noticed that I had a sweat mustache while doing the laundry. Not cool. I checked the thermostat and the house was at 75, yet AC was set to 66. Um? Did Jeff trick me? No. I went outside and looked at the unit and it was all icy. Not a good sign. When I called Jeff I actually had to pause for a minute because my voice was cracking. Literally the minute Jeff got home from baseball at 9pm, I sent him to the 1000 degree attic to dig out the window unit. I will not survive without an air conditioner. I'm pretty sure it's a known fact about pregnancy. I have a hard time believing there was a time where people not only lived without AC but that pregnant women lived without AC. I don't know about you but I enjoy the modern conveniences of my life, apparently now to the point of tears. Which is why the next thing literally had me in tears...

This morning at work, right after I finished telling everyone to stop talking, whining, moving around the classroom, poking each other reading centers, I grabbed my phone to stop the timer, picked up the book I was using, and starting walking back to my desk when my phone slid off the cover of the book. I heard the loudest crack, which might have been my heart, and when I picked up the phone my iPhone screen was shattered. It literally took everything I had to not blame the kids and start crying. When I got home, I may or may not have sworn at the Verizon lady when she told me that I don't have insurance anymore because they apparently removed it when I upgraded my phone and I was supposed to call and put it on. Um, wtf? I argued with her and then had to get off the phone because my blood pressure was surely through the roof and that's no good for baby.

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I get it. These are little things in the grand scheme of life. But really, I can't even have a glass of wine to ease my sorrows. I did go to Sonic, which was fab. Then to 7-11 for a free slurpee, also fab. But then I had a tangerine popsicle and it gave me heartburn. Can't win 'em all!

For now, I plan to crank the window ac and take my pants off. Pretty sure that's the pregnancy cure for this.